I knocked gently on the door trying not to take the boss by surprise. "Come in! Quickly Hobson! " the sleeper shouted. I shuffled in slowly. My hands were shaking and I could feel the sweat from my fore head rolling off my brow. Oh how nervous I was. Was I delivering this phial to the boss, containing certain death really the wisest decision I could make? Of course it was we had no choice. So long have I wanted to taste revenge, but why now am I having second thoughts? Was this not the right thing to do? This is what I have wanted all along, right?
I placed the phial on the wooden table covered with odd shaped glasses holding different colored chemicals and a chemist set that looked like it was crafted by the insane. My chest began to tighten making it harder to breathe. The boss turned to me and said in a sharp tone, "Well Hobson Where is it?!" I rummaged through my trench coats pockets