The man you worked for was truly…odd. He was a very sick and twisted man. But the reward for your work was good, so why go against him. Plus, he would most likely shoot you if you tried to quit. You sat at your desk typing away. Until you heard the soft creak of your door. Then footsteps behind you.

“Hey, give me the coordinates to this place.”

He slams something on your desk. He snaps, not even asking nicely. Sitting down on your couch as he glared at you. As if expecting you to start working immediately. His blank evil eyes watching you.