Bor was now sweating profusely. His breathing was uneven and his heart was beating faster than he had ever felt it beat. Looking at the burly men surrounding him in his own home, Bor did not even have the senses to offer them some refreshments, as if such a thing was possible.
The man who was following him from the subway was seated before him, facing him. His companions were all over the small living room, positioned to block off any escape route.
"What a pickle we've found ourselves, young man, do you know who I am?" The man who'd followed him asked. He was heavily built and had a booming voice to match. He smiled and asked, "better yet, do you know who you work for?"
"I am employed at Gamar Corp, Assets and acquisition Department ...." Bor began speaking. This was what was legally his employment, only, their crew tended to dab into smuggling contraband here and there.
"Do you know who you really work for? When you bring in those stuff that you, you know what I am talking about, do you know who you're bringing it to?" The heavyset dude asked.
Bor's mind was blank. He did not know any answer to these questions. Moreover, he didn't dare to know. Such information was so delicate it could get someone killed. Bor and the crew knew not to ask any questions. They were just cogs in a machine and did not know who was at the helm.
"Good, at least some secrets can be kept," Someone to Bor's side remarked, drawing Bor's attention to him. Looking at him now, he had on some of the most immaculate clothing Bor had ever seen. Even though he still had that look of a goon, Bor suspected he was the real shot caller in this group.
"Listen up kid, I'll be brief," The guy said, asserting his authority. "You have been caught up in a fight between two behemoths. You and your team and the whole pipeline had been burned, so has your partner. She is going to sell you out tomorrow, if you still keep that meeting you have planned."
Fancy guy paused to let all this sink in. Bor was beyond shocked, and alarmed. This was mostly because these people seemed to have information they shouldn't have, unless they were who they claimed, no implied, to be.
Bor wasn't sure who they were, but he knew they should not know about his illicit dealings, and of course, his meeting with Susanne's money man. How did they know all this, and better yet, what else did they know?
"Listen kid, you're about to be swept up by a storm, and you need to be ready for it." The heavyset guy said as he saw Bor connect the dots. "The contact info is on your communicator, just reach out when you're done thinking."
"Wait, I have just one question, what exactly do you want from me?"
"Now is not the time to ask stupid questions. Now is the time to grab onto the lifeline that's been given." Said fancy guy as he signaled the others to go, leaving behind a very distraught Bor.
Three hours later, Bor was still racking his brain but he couldn't figure out a way around it. He could feel the pressure mounting. The more he thought about it the more he realized all the faults and tells he had observed in Susanne, and chosen to ignore.
Even now, her heavily concealed anxiety, her fear, even her not being as composed as he knew her to be, all told of a woman who had done something bad, and Bor could guess what. This was backed up by the same feeling he had for Helmet, the stickman figure he usually met online.
However, looking at his options, he didn't seem to have any good one. The strangers did not even bother to introduce themselves, and based on their talk, it did not seem as though their help would be coming for free.
He didn't even think it would be possible to escape either of the two 'behemoths' whose fight he seemed to have been caught up in. Bor didn't even know who these two behemoths were, but he could guess one to be his employer, his real employer, and the other to have influence over the Policing Agency.
Bor had always found it suspicious that they would bring in illegal contraband through legal means but it would still find its way to his employer. All they had to do was leave it off the manifest, and they were golden.
This meant that the employers must have some deep connections and reach to facilitate something like that. He even believed that Gamar corp was tainted somehow. Now, he was not so sure.
All he could conclude was that the reach of the two behemoths totally eclipsed him. He was nothing more than an ant and didn't even see why he had a chance to take part in such a war.
After all was said and done, Bor decided to act. One side seemed to have his interests at heart, even though there were bound to be heavy conditions attached. The other was just looking to nail him to the cross as collateral in their epic fight. Even a fool would know which side boarded well for him. At least, he would get to survive a few more days.
Checking his communicator, he found some strange contact info. Surprisingly, he was supposed to log into to Polaris to contact the individual.
"If its not your war, choose the winning side," Bor told himself that. Unfortunately, he didn't know which was the winning side. As he logged into Polaris, he hoped that his employer was the winning side.