The sound of a knock at the door jarred me out of my sleep and into those perfect few seconds before I realise I’m still stuck in this God-forsaken city.

Another knock.

“Mr Pipkin, I have your papers” the voice thick with contempt. “May I come in?”

“Just a second,” I say getting to my feet “let me throw some clothes on.”

Reaching for my dressing gown I hear the lock on the door click open.

“Fucking police.” I mutter as the voice enters my room.

“Sorry for the intrusion Mr Pipkin, but I am very busy today”

I feel a weight in the pocket of my gown, I hope for his sake it’s a pack of smokes.

“I have you papers for your next assignment, my employer believes it to be a most amusing job.”

“Amusing? I wouldn’t consider forcing me to execute someone amusing“

Pulling a smoke from the packet I visualise placing my hands round the policeman’s neck and squeezing. I’ve only been awake two minutes and want to kill someone.

God I need help.