Thread: The price of ransom (KogohazanxAlexandria94

Evan walked down the halls of the basement and headed toward his office. Every once and a while there would be the sound of crying or a plea for help. He honestly just could not hear stuff like that anymore. When you have lived with something like that for so long it just becomes second nature to you. And besides he had money to make. He finally made it to his office, flipped on the lights and walked to the computer on his desk. He got the picture ready as well as the ransom note. 100 million dollars to be delivered in a dead drop in a abandoned warehouse, 10pm tonight, no cops or the girl died. He had used this spot before for other deals and it had worked like a charm. All though to be fair he had never used it for something like this. Usually just payment and delivering of goods or services but he figured that if the spot was not broke there was no need to fix it. When the ransom note was done he printed it out and got it ready to be delivered. MARK! He yelled out for one of his underlings. The balding semi toothless man from earlier made his way in. Yes boss? Mark asked with a whimper in his voice Take this and make sure it gets to the Taylor residence. And for the love of god dont you dare fuck this up Evan said with an exasperated sigh If you do you are going to be in much worse shape then any of the bitches in there. Do I make myself clear? He said while pointing in the direction of the cells. Yes boss Mark said again taking the letter and hastily leaving the room. Evan stared at the door for a few seconds before letting out another sigh. He could not believe that he had to work with such retards. Oh well not for very much longer when this works out he said to himself a small smile forming on his face. He had some time to kill before the drop so he moved over and checked his reports. A few new deals were in the works and until this went through it was still business as usual. He ironed out the details of the transactions and when he finished it was getting close to the pick up time. Alright time to get going and make some money He said to himself. He made it to the warehouse early. He wanted to scout out the area and make sure the Taylors were not up to anything funny. He took a few walks around near the perimeter but did not see anything to raise suspicion. Good no cops, maybe they are not as dumb as they look Evan said. He went to a bench across the street and waited till the appointed time. It was then he realized something was wrong. Not only were there no cops. There was nobody at all! He waited a half hour before getting up and checking the warehouse. Inside was nothing, not a single god damn dollar. Evan instantly became furious. Someone had fucked up here and he was going to find out who. He ran back to where the girl was and stormed into the offices. He saw Mark sitting there reading something and immediately walked up and punched him in the stomach You useless sack of shit. What the fuck did you do Evan said literately ready to kill him if he did not like what he said. Mark gasped and help his stomach I dont know what your talking about boss I delivered it just like you said. I even stayed and watched to make sure it got inside. Evan was ready to hit him again but he could see in Marks eyes he was telling the truth. He always had easy tells and was a bad liar but none of them were present here. Evan stopped and looked confused and infuriated. If the letter got there why was there no money, or anything for that matter? Evan felt it was time for Morgan to give some answers and headed toward her cell. He opened the cell to find her exactly where he left her. He took all of his aggression out on one hard slap to her face and started demanding answers. What the fuck is going on here? You tell me this instant why your fucking parents just blew me off. And you better tell me the truth. Your already in a whole lot of trouble and what you say better make sense or your going to be in a lot more.