Chapter 4

His hand dissappeared for a moment to an inside coat pocket and returned carrying a pack of cigarettes. After lighting it he inhaled deeply causing the end to burn brightly. " 'What' I am talking about is that he is not dead," said the man in white as smoke escaped from his nose and mouth. "Johnny, our master is not going to be happy about this. I remind you once again that you are assigned to me and when you don't do what he commands, I get in trouble also. And I really don't like being on his bad side. He set it up so you could dispose of Trent easily and without any complications," continued the man in the white suit while flicking the cigarette ash meticulously into the ash tray.

The room was well lit and the inside of this three story building was the complete opposite of the outside. It was like something out of a magazine. High expansive ceilings, modern appliances, it was "studio apartment meets traditional high class." No detail was overlooked and from the beginning the place was designed to be camouflaged by the hagard exterior shell. "Trent's not dead?" asked Johnny and then added, "Look Damon, there was no way that he could have lived through that. It's not possible." Before Damon disappeared into thin air he nodded his head slowly and nonchalantly replied, "Let's just say he is still hanging around...."