I sit down in my favorite old man rocking chair and I have my half used cigar planted in my mouth. I blow out some smoke, as I rest my barbed wire bat on the ground by my legs. I can hear the screams of a man being killed by my dogs outside, but I don't give a shit I am listening to my favorite radio station. I laugh to the man talking with his dog and they are chasing a rat that keeps coming into there house. My freinds say it's a waste of time, but sometimes you have time to waste. Then I can hear my dogs become completely silent and all I can hear is a few grasshoppers that are chirping outside. I walk outside, tapping my ashes over my stairs as I get out of my small house. I look out to see a four door black car getting chased by two police cruisers. I drag my bat on the ground and throw it over my shoulder blade. I look out to the cold outside and can see my breath filling the air. I go outside and through my front yard. I see my dogs look at me confused why I am up so late, and I take a right to the hidden trap door under a bunch of leaves. I walk down and light a small torch that is on the wall.

I make my descent down the long staircase to the crowded basement below. It's full of stacked shelfs full of guns, and a bunch of other junk items. I turn on the light switch and I see that I left a mess down here. I go over to my main desk and see that it smells of old blood and rat feces. I grab some cleaning equipment and make the desk a little more presentable. My closet starts to shake and I open it, too a body that falls to my shoes. I stand back in shock as I totally forgot that there was a body in there. I take my bat and press it against his right cheek so he can barely feel a little of the wire. "Son you know you ain't leaving here and I totally forgot about you. I apologize for being so inconsiderate it was a booked week. So many people that need to disappear and so little time." I start to cough and I force it too stop. I drag his smelly and dusty body across the floor to the other side of the room. I pin him against the wall and prepare a noose. I let him up to the noose and drop him into the rope. He falls a few inches before his body starts too swing in the air and he is trying hard struggling a lot more than I realized. After a few seconds his body goes limp and there is no more of him. 

I walk down the wall, until I come to a door. I can hear the man inside, start to bang on the wall. "Let me out please sir!" He screams as he continues to panic. I respond with the cigar still sitting in my mouth. "Motherfucker are you going to tell me where you are keeping the money? DON'T HOLD OUT ON ME BOY!" The man inside falls to his knees and begins to weep. "Okay fine I keep it hidden in a safe in my apartment. The codes are 2-5-35. Now please let me out!" I laugh and answer it, trying to keep a straight face. "I will be back in a hour to make sure this information is legit, then I will let you out.