Amnesiac #7 "Money? Apartment? Ha, oh my sweet sweet Verity your just what I need! Your hired you'll get a room in the block across the street and whatever weapons you like." He explained as he admired himself in a mirror behind me. Ugh, what a girl. As he turned to sit back down in his 'throne' I noticed him slyly nod out of the corner of my eye. All of a sudden two raggedy men slowly snook out of the shadows which lurked at each side of the room. They were no match for me. I grabbed my gun from my belt, pulled it back loading it and spinning on the spot to face them. Ready, Aim, Fire. With a thump both the men fell to the floor, perfect bullet wounds in both of them. One in one mans forehead the other in the ugly mans heart. "Nice try." I muttered, blowing away some imaginary gun smoke like some primary school kid. "I do like you Verity, really I do. But your now Annabell and you live in 27c across the road." He announced as he clapped and two skinny girls crawled in, shackled in rusty iron chains. Shakily they placed down trays of wine and grapes at his feet just before they scurried off back into the gloom. Racko threw me a key. "Thanks, why not Verity?" I questioned. "Simply, because I don't like Verity. Your Annabell now, plus if you say 'my names Annabell', everyone will think your a little, innocent, girl. Be here tomorrow at 11:45am. Oh and before I forget." He threw me a phone. A fancy phone too, an iPhone. I bowed and turned to walk away casually shooting Rackos guards as they both took aim at me. "Night gents." I called and they all laughed a cruel laugh. I chuckled and ran down the stairs. I crossed the road fondling the key as I went.