Boss in the Box

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The basement smelled of cleaning supplies and rust, along with the acrid smell of what could very well be body odor. Something about it suggested that not everyone who entered managed to leave.

“Have no use for violins.” She didn’t know much about the woman’s father, but she did know that music was in her blood. The instrument would be safe for now, but it would be something to note for future reference.

Something must have jogged the woman’s memory, because she seemed genuinely surprised. “Yes.”

Sometimes no matter how much you washed away blood, bile, and excrement it would still remain in one form or the other. Her nose shriveled as she shook her head only slightly- trying to get the sickening combinations out of her nostrils. She half wished it were to knock more memories out of her- that it would shake something loose so that she could

The note was simple. Put on the blindfold before approaching the crate. It was a simple request, but many a man had died after refusing to follow it. It made her feel secure when doing these deals, as well as giving her a position of power over them. After all, Junior could see them just fine.

She peered out through the smallest crack in the lid, waiting to see what the young woman would do.

She felt a tingling feeling snaking through her spine and felt every last hair on her body stand on end. It was her common sense trying to reason with her, she was certain– trying to tell her to turn around before something happened to her. Coincidentally that was a voice that she paid little to no attention to on most days- much to the dismay of those close to her. She didn’t like the thought that something could happen to her instrument, however.

“Alright, but… don’t touch my bag. It’s my violin- unless you know how to use it… it… my father gave it to me,” She wasn’t sure what to say about it, but it would destroy her if anything happened to it. She set her bag down and slid it safely out of the way of careless footsteps then reached for the blindfold tying it tight before taking a few uneasy steps forward. It was then that the smell seemed to hit her more- encasing her mind as bits and fractions of conversations hissed into her head one side hers and the other… the man from earlier.

Of course… … I… … we can… … I… FAILU… … … YO… … … UNDE… … When… … fail… b… … trust me…

“Have no use for violins.” She didn’t know much about the woman’s father, but she did know that music was in her blood. The instrument would be safe for now, but it would be something to note for future reference.

It was all so familiar to her- the set up and the whole situation, she’d received a call and found herself all the more confused. The man on the line told her to be at a certain place, at a certain time- here and now- and hadn’t left her much as far as information otherwise. Her bomb was deactivated, her commlink to Waller was disabled– they trusted her because her service was a choice. But this was also the perfect time to delve into, well, whatever this was.

Why live life if it wasn’t to the fullest?

She felt eyes on her, from everywhere outside her box. How many people were outside? Who let them in?