The sounds of heavy locks snapping open snatched Westley from his slumber. He wasn't used to people entering his cell so late in the night, "This better be good Bass, its three in the good damn morning!" he groaned as he sat up in his large pillow-top bed. "I'm not paying you to.". As the door opened he realized that the man standing before him wasn't Dr.Bass. He was dressed in a white suit with crimson threading and a white mask with scarlet markings in the shape of a skull.
"Hello Mr.Cole.". The words slid from his mouth as he slowly entered the milk white room luxuriously decorated with polar bear hides and busts of Westley. "I'm glad to see that you are awake." he said as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Westley frantically searched for his phone to no avail. "Ho-How did you find me?" He sputtered with the taste of fear in his mouth. "And how did you get in here undetected?".
" Did you think you could hide from the Syndicate Mr.Cole?". He tapped his head and continued. "That wasn't very smart of you. Have you forgotten how deep our roots go?" He pulled out a chair from a nearby table and crossed his legs as he sat in it. "You were once a head of the Syndicate, you shouldn't be surprised that we would eventually find you and collect what is due."
Westley could feel his heart punching at his chest. He knew what this man was capable of, he had seen him wreak silent terror with his own eyes, he had sent him on seemingly impossible investigations many times before. "Listen, Albtraum. I'll give you anything you want. I'm triple what I was worth back then, and I have more than half of the Tri-state area in my pocket." Westley was dripping with salty desperation as he gazed into Albtraums eyeless mask.
Albtraum pointed at Westley making him leap off of the bed unto the carpeted floor."And therein lies the problem Mr.Cole, you posses a vast amount of assets all of which you gained from The Syndicates influence and knowledge."
"What do want to know? I'll give you access to all my databases! My bank accounts! Just tell me what you want!" By now Westley was crying, he knew it was futile, he knew Albtraum didn't need to ask for anything, the moment Albtraum had entered the room he had obtained everything he needed. Now the only thing left unknown was how this was going to end. But perhaps as Westley gazed at the blood red markings on Albtraums mask, knew the answer to that as well.
"Hello Mr.Cole.". The words slid from his mouth as he slowly entered the milk white room luxuriously decorated with polar bear hides and busts of Westley. "I'm glad to see that you are awake." he said as he closed and locked the door behind him.
Westley frantically searched for his phone to no avail. "Ho-How did you find me?" He sputtered with the taste of fear in his mouth. "And how did you get in here undetected?".
" Did you think you could hide from the Syndicate Mr.Cole?". He tapped his head and continued. "That wasn't very smart of you. Have you forgotten how deep our roots go?" He pulled out a chair from a nearby table and crossed his legs as he sat in it. "You were once a head of the Syndicate, you shouldn't be surprised that we would eventually find you and collect what is due."
Westley could feel his heart punching at his chest. He knew what this man was capable of, he had seen him wreak silent terror with his own eyes, he had sent him on seemingly impossible investigations many times before. "Listen, Albtraum. I'll give you anything you want. I'm triple what I was worth back then, and I have more than half of the Tri-state area in my pocket." Westley was dripping with salty desperation as he gazed into Albtraums eyeless mask.
Albtraum pointed at Westley making him leap off of the bed unto the carpeted floor."And therein lies the problem Mr.Cole, you posses a vast amount of assets all of which you gained from The Syndicates influence and knowledge."
"What do want to know? I'll give you access to all my databases! My bank accounts! Just tell me what you want!" By now Westley was crying, he knew it was futile, he knew Albtraum didn't need to ask for anything, the moment Albtraum had entered the room he had obtained everything he needed. Now the only thing left unknown was how this was going to end. But perhaps as Westley gazed at the blood red markings on Albtraums mask, knew the answer to that as well.
