...As they walked down the hallway, many thoughts were going through Eric's mind.  He was trying to figure out who had tipped these people to his location.  Were they watching him?  How else would they know he was meeting Elise at the restaurant?

The jerk on his coat snapped Eric back to the present. The New Yorker clasped a band around Eric's wrist and shoved him toward a door.

"We're here."

Opening the door, he through Eric out in the street.

"Have a nice life.  Until we call you again."

Eric got up slowly in the street.  It was raining.  He had no idea where he was, and now there was a strange bracelet on his wrist.  He looked around, trying to catch his bearings.  He didn't recognize any of the surrounding area.  Just then, he heard a shout from around a corner of the building.  Looking back fearfully, Eric saw that it came from a man in a blazer and cap.  The man shouted again.  He had a gun.

"Hey!  Get outta here!"

The shot from the gun caused Eric to run as fast as he could.  The man was laughing behind him.

....And that is how Eric ended up laying in the street, with blood in his eyes, and clothes soaked with rain.  'Until we call you again...' the New Yorker had said.  Eric wondered when that would be as he slowly got up and continued into the night...

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Sincerely,

The Night Writer