It’s Tuesday, January 28th, 8pm.

A man exits the black market in eastern Germany. He’s wearing an expensive jacket, and gloves. The man turns down a street.

Thomas walks up to him.

“Hey man can you give me directions?”

“Sure,” says the man.

“I’m trying to get to a motel for the night. Do you know where I can go?”

Little did the man know, James was walking behind him.

James grabs a hold of him.

“Do it Thomas!”

Thomas injects the man with the I.D. Tech.

“We need your cooperation. My friend just injected you with a liquid that controls your thoughts, your movements… everything about you. Don’t bother screaming out for help.”

“What in the absolute hell!”

“Tomorrow we need you to kill everyone in that black market you were working in… failure to do this and we will kill you.”

“Hahaha so you expect me to believe this?”

“If you don’t believe us… in a couple of hours you will start hearing thoughts… these thoughts are coming from my voice.”

“Listen I don’t know what prank you guys are pulling… but I don’t work in any black market. I’m getting out of here.”

“Suit yourself.”

A couple of hours later James turns on his laptop, and puts on his headset.

“Listen… I am the same guy that grabbed you a couple hours ago. You are going to listen to what I tell you.”

“What the hell is this?”

“Well I guess I should tell you that I’m an ex-police officer. I stole a relatively dangerous piece of equipment from where I worked... Do you know what it’s like being stung by hornets?”

James turns on the hornet setting of the software. He does this for a minute straight.

The man is screaming in agony.

“Do you believe me now?” says James.

“What the hell is it you want?”

“I want you to kill everyone in that black market you are working in. Failure to do this and we will kill you.”

“I don’t work at a black market.”

“Suit yourself.”

James starts unleashing spider sensations, and creepy crawly sensations on the man’s skin for half an hour until the man has had enough.

“Okay okay pleeease stop. I’ll do anything!”

“That’s what I thought… Anyways do you have guns in the black market?”

“Yes we have a lot of them.”

“Pick any one of them and just open fire on everyone in there.”

“I’ll try.”

“We want you to do more than try. You will do what I tell you or you die.”

James just turns off the software and calls it a night.

The next day James turns on the ocular vision function of the software. The man is headed to the black market.

He walks in the doorway and then straight to where they hold the guns. He grabs a semi automatic and starts gunning down one person at a time until it’s just him.

“Good,” says James. “Anyway take a picture of the bodies and send it to my email.”

The man pulls out his phone and takes pictures. He then emails it to James’ new email.

James then turns on the most destructive function of the software. The “Total Control” function enables the user to control a person’s body movements.

“Raise the gun to your head,” says James.

The man raises the gun to his head.

“Pull the trigger.”

And in that instant the man drops to the floor in a pool of blood. A notification pops up on James’ screen that says “Connection interrupted”.

“Well that’s taken care of. Now we just need to show that man the pictures.”

An hour later James, Michael, and Thomas arrive at the first black market they were at.

James knocks on the door.

The same man with the adenoidal voice says, “It’s you. Did you take care of the issue?”

“Here’s pictures for proof.”

“Good. You guys can come in. I’ll take off your electronic tag. So how much do you want for the painting?”

“850 thousand euros.”

“We don’t give you the full appraisal price. We will offer you half of that so 425 thousand euros is the best offer.”

“It’s the same painting that was stolen in Montreal.”

“Wait, so you're the mastermind that stole that Van Gogh painting? That’s incredible!”

“So it’s at least worth more because of the news about the heist.”

“I agree, Okay I’ll give you 600 thousand euros. That’s my final offer.”

“Deal.”

The man walks to the back and pulls out a bag filled with cash. He starts counting the bundles and gives James the exact amount.

“Thanks for the business,” the man says.

A couple of hours later the men are at their hotel.

"So what are we going to do with the money?" Thomas says.

"We'll use it as emergency cash. We still have enough to book hotels and such."

"Can I have some of the money?" Michael says. "Just enough to buy things at the convenience stores."

"Sure why the hell not." James hands Michael a bundle of cash.

"Man I haven't held a bundle like this in years."

"So anyways let's talk about the Mona Lisa. That painting is being kept behind bullet proof glass.”