The Game

(When we last saw Victor his dignity had been stolen, and he was trapped. Again. For the third time. Today we find him crying in a corner because his man hood has been stolen from him.)

"Why am I such a bad detective?" Victor sobbed. "I've spent fifteen years as an FBI agent and I've only caught one of the people on our most wanted list. That guy Truman has caught like 13 of them. They should have fired me years ago."

Jeanette was listening to Victor cry like a big baby the entire time. She had a soft spot for the guy, and couldn't help but feel bad. She decided she would go talk to him.

"Victor. Are you okay?" She asked. Right then he turned and punched her right in the face. Knocking her out cold.

"Steal my dignity will you? Well now it's your turn." Victor decided to put her in a canvas bag, and drop her to the bottom of the Chicago River. "You'll be swimming with the fishes now." He began to laugh his maniacal laugh as he walked back to his car. He drove straight to the airport, and got on a flight to Georgia. He could now enjoy the rest of his life because the lousy Jeanette Sinclair would no longer be causing him the grief she had caused him for the last ten years.