DAY TWENTYNINE 6:21AM

Knight & Rook

They had come into his apartment. Six men, all in black, all faces covered. They had dragged him out of bed, tied him up like a pig and gagged him. 

Simon lay on the floor and he could hear them going through his house. Taking everything that was paper and discs. Including his DVDs and CDs. Everything was being scooped up.

He knew that they were professional because they didn't talk. They knew the score, these men were top-shelf.

LEGACY. He knew that it had to be them. Because they stank of a death-squad. He cursed to himself; he knew that he had failed. 

Then he heard the sound of the front window smashing and someone said, "Cube!"