"My doctor sent me here to receive some medication."

The woman sighed.

"Do you know what these pills were called?"

She spoke sternly. Cyrus thought for a second. A shadow passed over the wall in front of him, but Cyrus refused to acknowledge it.

"No, Dr. Nguyen just sa--"

"Dr. Nguyen?"

Cyrus looked at her, as though she had an epiphany.

"Yes. Dr. Nguyen."

"You must be Cyrus O'Haire. Your doctor is on the third floor, awaiting your presence."

Cyrus bent down, grabbing his briefcase. He smiled at the woman before walking towards and onto the elevator. Whilst standing in the elevator, Cyrus took a deep breath. Then another. The sound of tiny, yet quick, footsteps on top of the elevator made his heart stop. His eyes jolted to the ceiling, and the lights cut. Then, a high pitched, maniacal laugh could be heard, just over the sound of something sawing through thick cables. Cyrus looked to the floor indicator... 4...5...6... Cyrus began to breathe deeper, as the sound of a wire cutting is heard. Then another... another... finally, Cyrus braces himself as the elevator begins to fall... fast... faster...

Cyrus spilled out of the elevator, as the doors open. Looking back, the lights were back on, the elevator stopped perfectly on the floor. He reached into the elevator, grabbing his briefcase as people began to crowd around him. A showed passed over the back wall of the elevator as the door closed. Cyrus took another deep breath, and turned to the people, wiping the sweat off of his forehead. He turned down the hallway, as an Asian man dressed in a white over coat stood at the end.

"You okay? You look like you just saw a ghost."

Cyrus looked back at the elevator, and nodded.

"I'm fine.. fine."

"Good. The guy is in this office, waiting for you. Just go in, tell him your story, and everything should turn out as planned."

Cyrus looked at him.

"What do you mean? I'm not guaranteed the pills?"

The Asian man shook his head.

"No. Like I said, these are experimental, and he doesn't want them getting into the hands of the wrong person."

"And if I'm 'the wrong person'?"

The Asian man shakes his head.

"Don't be the wrong person."

Cyrus looks at the man, breathing deep.

"He's waiting for you. Knock twice."

Cyrus stepped forward, knocking.

"Come in..."

The voice on the other side was recognizable. A thick German accent.

"I am waiting..."