Josh was walking back and forth, he ought to fall through the floor as he wore the wood thin. He didn't know where he'd get that much money nor how, but one thing was sure and that was that he'd be at the location that was attached in the next file.
Tyler was punching his fists against the plastic ceiling of the box underground. Josh recognized the puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. He took a deep breath and couldn't bare to take his eyes off of him in fear that he might vanish. Tyler started feeling around for anything and his fingers found a few glow sticks. He broke one and kept looking, halting as he felt something strange and unsual. Grabbing it with his hand, he held a tape recorder which he played.
The voice was muffled but still audible:
"You're fate lies in the hands of Josh. But in case you don't trust him, there's a gun by your head."
Tyler tilted his head and saw the gun, bringing it closer to him. There was one bullet and two options. Either Tyler died waiting for Josh, or either he died in the hands of his own actions.