She heard the loud rattling of a doorknob. A sound that should have been quiet, but was magnified by the hugeness of the room. She thought about working loose the ropes around her arms, but figured it was useless when she wriggled her wrists. The footsteps echoed as they drew closer. Suddenly out of the darkness came the silhouette of a man.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked her in a deep voice. She slowly shook her head no. He was silent. Then mostly to himself, he said, “I try to tell them. I show them how to do it, I tell them what to do and who to do it to. I have yet to see true results from them.” The he turned the voice on her once more. “You are not the one I seek. You are of no use to me. You must die.” she started to wail, and he turned away.

Taylor Mathews sat quietly in the hard chair outside of the Troll’s quarters. He was told by one of the minions that he was wanted, but that was over an hour ago. He had never met the Troll, but neither had a lot of other people. He was about to met the most feared man in the business, and he didn’t really care. The worst he could do is kill him, or have him killed. At least he wouldn’t be kidnapping helpless women for no reason.

Suddenly he began to think of today’s job, and he thought about the woman who he tricked and drugged. He had began to feel sorry for her when she was barely conscious and crying in the back seat of the black car. He thought about the woman who bumped into him just before he tricked the target. What if she knew the woman, and saw him talking to her? He decided he didn’t care what happened to him. He deserved what he got.

“Taylor.”

He grimaced when he heard his name. “Yeah?” he said.

“He’s ready for you.”

“Woo who.” he said as unhappily as he could. He stood up and walked into the office.

The moment he walked in he realized he should have known what it would look like. It was dark, cold and cramped. There was a desk, a bed, a couch, a chair, a file cabinet, a dresser and a closet sized bathroom in the corner. The man rarely left the room, and never left the building during the day. “Taylor Mathews.” Taylor nearly screamed when he heard the name he hated. “Once again you have brought me one I wasn’t looking for. It has been this way for a nearly a year. How long will this go on?” The man spoke slowly and calmly.”