I stalked into the trashy, garbage dump of a strip club that my friends and I were planning to spend the evening. Reaching into my pocket and tearing out two hundred singles, I dispersed them to each of my four friends, keeping forty for myself. Hopefully this would keep our cover secret, a group of young men enjoying themselves, perhaps at a bachelor party.

We all plopped down at the nearest empty table to the stage and put our heads together in a low whisper.

“Do not use the money so quickly.” I warned, “You will look too eager. Stay calm, and look casual.”

I quickly jumped up and headed towards the bathroom, hurriedly, before the plan was to take effect. I walked up the the farthest urinal, but suddenly felt a cold barrel to my head.

“Hello there. Did not expect this, did you?” The man clutching the gun chuckled evilly.

“And what is you name, sir?” I hissed through pursed lips, glaring at his reflection in the mirror.

“Frank Slain.” He jeered, “You new worst enemy.”