6:12:06

Oh, my God. Another little weirdo, Frank Ritchey thought to himself, as he let the odd child into his house.

“Let’s start with an easy one. Where is the Sarin gas?” Randall asked, with quiet confidence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I really don’t. I don’t like this game you and your friend are playing. How did you find my house, you little creep?”

“I told you, my name is Tony Almeida.”

“Okay, Tony, I think it would be best if you’d leave my house, before I call the police.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Randall opened his ‘field kit’, revealing a number of odd items. A light bulb flashed in Frank’s mind. He’s planning on torturing me.

“Okay, get out! And get out now!”

Before Frank had a chance to apprehend Randall and toss him out, he had already been stuck by the syringe.

“It’s called sodium pentathol. You might have heard of the popular term ‘truth serum’. In a few moments you’ll tell me everything I need to know.”

Frank Ritchey had never been more terrified in his life.