“Ok, who do you work for and what do you want?” Steel asked. The assassin struggled to get to his feet. Blood flowed freely from his mouth and nose. Steel repeated his question, his eyes fixed firmly on the broken man who just smiled, raised his middle finger of his left, and then jumped off the balcony in to the night. They both stood and stared at the open balcony door.
“Well,” Steel said with surprise, walking over to the balcony door and closing it. As he did so he noticed bloody print on the door. Steel took out his cell and photographed it.
“Well – Mr Black, what do you mean, well? Well, how did that maniac get into my room, or well how the hell did you get into my room?” Steel smiled as he sat on the bed wondering how long this was going to take. “Or maybe, well, how did you learn
