"If you can't deliver, I'll get someone else who can. After all, I thought you were Russia's deadliest." I retorted, already bored with the conversation.
"What you need is something I recently created. I call it 'Neurotoxin X'. You see, I designed the serum to make the victim's sympathetic nervous system think it cannot move. It's my way of outsmarting the brain. But the fucker will feel every bit of pain you inflict without fighting back." He deviously explained.
Rascal. Just what I needed.
"When will it be delivered?" I asked. I needed to get the serum in hand before those bastards decided to make last-minute changes.
"It will be here in two days, along with my other toys," he replied. "So, who is he?" He asked, trying to pry information from me. He might be my friend, but we never got involved in each other's business.
"What makes you think it's a man? It could be a woman." I teased, picking up my phone to check a pop notification.
