Anton raised his wrist and glanced at the watch on it.
After nine minutes had passed, he picked up his phone and dialed a number.
"Start in one minute."
Having said that, Anton hung up the phone, pushed open the door, walked into the inner room, and sat on the table in front of the male assassin. He reached out with his hand and grabbed the other's collar.
"Now, shouldn't we have a good talk?"
The male assassin remained silent.
Anton shoved him away; the small tracker he had been holding was no longer in his hand, now stuck to the assassin's collar.
The minute flew by, and when Anton's watch hand passed twelve again, the light overhead suddenly flickered.
Soon followed by the fire alarm ringing.
"Damn it!" Anton muttered in frustration, standing up from the chair, unlocking the handcuffs securing the assassin to the table, and pulling him up from the chair, "I warn you, don't try any tricks, or... I don't mind putting a bullet in your head!"
