CalibanSixx

Tiberius Rayne hated lines, especially bank lines. He couldn't even chat on his phone or with other people without getting dirty looks. Banks weren't supposed to be quiet places, but they couldn't be helped. Luckily he was just depositing, he'd be in and out in five minutes. Someone in the corner caught his eye. The man looked agitated, looking from the door to the lone guard to the tellers and back, his hands in his pockets of his oversized coat. Ti bit his lip, shifting on his feet. Something bad was about to happen, he just knew it. About that time the man pulled out a gun and pointed it at the guard, firing two bullets and killing him.

Cal groaned and opened his eyes. Ow, what had he had to drink that gave him such a hangover? His head pounded and his vision was blurry, though he could've sworn all he had was one drink, and it wasn't even alcoholic. And why was it so dark? "Look, he's up now." Someone whispered from behind him. "Get the restraints, he's ready." Restraints? Cal sat up, touching a hand to his eyes, growling when he touched fabric. He tried yanking the blindfold off, only to have his hand pulled away. "Let me go! Who are you?" He struggled as he was dragged to his feet and walked forward a few steps. "Oh Cal, why would I let you go? After all the trouble I