Inspired by: All Along the Watchtowers
“Get us out of here!” Mr. Broker demanded Ein.
“I’m sure there is, don’t worry,” Ein said as he pushed several buttons on the elevator, trying to get it to work.
“You’re all the same, you know that? All you landlords are good for nothings making huge profits while we live in these terrible conditions.”
“I don’t think the elevator is broken, I think the power may have gone out. There’s no reason to be alarmed, Mr. Broker. I’m sure it will be back on in a moment.”
Sure enough, as soon as Ein said that the lights came back on and the elevator descended. In the lobby, two muscular men were waiting for the elevator.
Mr. Broker squeezed his way through their broad shoulders. The muscular men stepped into the elevator, standing on opposite sides of Ein and pushed the button for the top floor. The three of them barely fit.
“Are you Mr. Quinn?” The man on the right said.
“You seem to be doing quite well for yourself.” The man on the left said.
“Thanks, I’m doing okay.”
“You know who isn’t doing okay?” The right man asked.
“Jon Fall.” The left man answered.
“Has something happened to him?”
They reached the top floor and pushed the button to return to the lobby.
“He’s misplaced some things.” The right man said.
“Don’t worry, he’s tracking them down. So far, two-thirds of the rats are accounted for.” The left man said.
“He mustn’t have lost much if three rats took them.”
“Ours is not to question what has gone missing.” The right man said.
“Only to know that those responsible will face extrajudicial justice.” The left man said.
The elevator reached the lobby, and the men exited the building without another word.