The metal door screeches as it opens, you can almost feel the noise run up your spine. I hate that f*****g sound and I hate this f*****g room. More reasons I can’t wait to get out of this godforsaken business. Everywhere I go these days, if I hear a similar noise it makes me think of this room. Now I am twice as pissed just thinking about it. I better get some info. I look at Drew annoyed before stepping into the small metal room. I toss my leather coat through the air, it hits the table sloppily and slides onto the floor.
In the center of the room there is an upside down chair hanging from the ceiling with a very red faced and uncomfortable looking associate of The Rat.
“Alright, flip him over. Let’s see if our friend here is feeling talkative.” I say not too optimistic. It is about f
