Eli promised him that this was going to be a quick gig. Mob bosses were never ones to have quick jobs to do though, so Robbie braced himself for the longevity of this gig. The recurring theme here was drugs. It was always drugs, wasn't it? He had early on vowed to himself that he wasn't going to ever take drugs for the obvious reasons: he didn't have time, he had responsibilities, and he respected himself enough to not take them. Little did he know that when he was offered water by one of the men, it was riddled with all types of drugs that were going to knock him out. The original plan was to raid his car and his pockets, but nothing was interesting to be found in Robbie's car, so the gang left it alone. Robbie was somewhat grateful that Eli was quiet for the first time in a while, despite him being in a delirious state.

Soon enough, someone had picked him up and set him on a chair, tying ropes around his hands and legs, leaving him there in the basement, drugged and alone. He couldn't tell if his head was spinning or the room was, maybe both. It wasn't until he heard the sound of footsteps coming towards him that he raised his head to look at the figure.

"Who the hell..?"