In the semi-darkness, the pebbles of the tunnel floor looked like coffee beans vanishing into a deeper, pitch blackness. "Nope. Nope. Hell no. I am not going down there." Jackson took one look down the tunnel and immediately turned around. One of the bodyguards grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and forced him back to the mouth of the tunnel.

Patrick scoffed. "I don't remember giving you a choice." Jackson was thrown into the tunnel.

"Look. Can't we settle this another way?"

"Don't think your death clears your debt. It simply transfers to your next of kin with interest."

"Well, jokes on you, there is no next of kin for me." Patrick pulled an envelope from his inner suit jacket pocket. "I've been saving this for a situation like this." He threw the envelope at Jackson. In it were pictures of a police officer. "We managed to track down your brother. It was a lot easier than I think you were expecting."

Realizing the new direction of his situation, he threw the envelope of photos back at Patrick. "Whoever you think that guy is, he's not my brother. Those people abandoned me, so doing anything to them would mean nothing to me."

"Nevertheless, he is still your family whether you accept it or not."

"But would your people really want to be involved with the police?"

Growing extremely impatient, Patrick drew his gun on Jackson. "No matter how you play this, you will end up underground. Either get in the tunnel or end up six feet under."

With newfound confidence, Jackson started crawling down the tunnel. It took two minutes until his vision was completely engulfed in darkness. He yelled back, "You could've at least given me a flashlight, you shmuck!" The further in he crawled, the smaller the tunnel became. Right when it seemed like Jackson couldn't move through anymore, his head bumped a wall. Squeezing his hand through to where his head was revealed he'd actually come to a T-junction. To the left, a tunnel even smaller continued. Jackson reached his hand in only for it to stop before his elbow because his hand didn't fit. To the right, the tunnel got taller, but it was still narrow. Maneuvering so he could reach his arm through, Jackson ran his hand along the smooth wall, once again only being able to reach in as far as his elbow. He was just about to move back out to report his findings when his hand grazed across five symbols, but due to the lack of light and his position, Jackson couldn't really make them out or figure out if there were any others he wasn't feeling.

He crawled back out of the tunnel but found a gun pointed at his forehead. "Well, what's down there?"

"How the hell would I know? The tunnel gets smaller the further in you get and you seem to be adamant about not giving me the right tools for this endeavor." For a split second, Jackson almost let slip about the symbols he felt but quickly bit his tongue. "Unless I could at least get a flashlight, then there's nothing I can do for you."

Patrick thought for a minute, then responded. "Then I guess you're of no use to me anymore." Then he pulled the trigger.