[ WP ] He closed his eyes and sighed deeply . `` What are you in for ? '' breathed a voice in his ear .

`` What are you in for?'' 
 
 He'd heard rumors growing up. At this exact moment he vividly recalled his best friend Andrew's exact words, *This line of work comes with a risk, the kind of risk that comes with consequences. You sure you're cut out for it? * 
 At the time he thought nothing of it. Dollar signs, nice cars and beautiful women outshined any consequences he could even begin to imagine. 
 
 Now, his eyes closed as tightly as he could squeeze them, so tight it made his temples throb, he let out a deep sigh. 
 The whisper again, `` What are you in for?'' 
 
 This was his only chance. 
 
 Another sigh and he opened his eyes. He stared blankly at the silhouette beside him. Through the cell a dim grey light soaked the room, clouding his assailant's face. Telling the truth meant confirming his status as weak. 
 
 Intermediary, a runner, that's all he was. He'd never roughed anyone up, hell he did n't even carry a weapon. Just a messenger, a glorified delivery boy, that's all he was. 
 
 `` Murder.'' He uttered it softly, trying to embed a layer of assertiveness to mask the lie. 
 
 `` I do n't think so.'' 
 
 The shadow moved in. 
 
 Without thinking he grabbed the shadow's throat and almost effortlessly ripped it out. In the grey light the shadow's blood flowed black. The slurping sound rang throughout the cell as he tried to breathe through the choking blood that was drowning him. 
 
 He closed his eyes now, rolling the warm, wet flesh between his fingers. He set his head down on his pillow and let the sound of the man dying next to him coax him to sleep. 
 

