Henry walked, a little unsure of himself, through the streets he felt obvious and exposed. The phone had told him to go here and now he was getting nervous. Figures crouched next to barrels of burning refuse eyed him as he passed, he did his best to ignore them. Finally Henry arrived at the large warehouse the sign hanging on it "Ottos' Premium Meats". Ok he thought it's real he worked his way around the side of the building and found the door marked for deliveries.

Why am i doing this? he thought staring at the door. His mind went back to the knock on his apartment door and the envelope slipped under it, the simple directions to the payphone and then the voice telling him to go here. It felt like he had stumbled into a movie and he wasn't hero material. he thought about the last time he had been in trouble, when the police broke up the fights he was in. He had received a black eye and three months for it and he hadn't got paid for the fight. His landlady almost sold his apartment to someone else he was lucky he talked her out of it. now here he was broke and staring at a delivery door of some warhouse.

He cracked a wry smile, [i]Nothing Ventured[/i] he thought as he knocked twice on the door [i]Nothing Gained[/i].