User:Fairly7Local/Harry

"Very well. Get up - we're going right away to pay that old motherfucker a visit. Put your handcuffs back on, and give me the key."

You hesitate, trying to remember where you had even thrown it.

"HURRY THE FUCK UP!" She screamed. You jumped back and hit your head on the pole.

"Alright, I'm trying!" You scrambled for the key, and found it stuck up your shirt sleeve, then threw it to her. You fastened the handcuffs, barely clicking the lock in place.

"Properly," she reminded, with a stern tone. You pressed the cuffs together, closing them firmly.

"Let's go."

You followed her over to the door. She held it open and gestured for you to get out first, then locked it. You stood outside of the warehouse and looked up - darkness enveloped everything, but you could see a few stars. It looked like a backyard, alongside an alleyway, enclosed in a metal wire fence. She gestured for you to follow her to the garage, which was dimly lit with a flickering yellow light.

Why do you want to kill your husband?

So um, what's the plan?