His or Theirs

I drop the pen to the floor, the adrenalin rush I got from killing the man fading. Noticing my self fall into shock I sit on the bed taking a deep breath mentally yelling at myself that I do not have time for this. After about two deep breaths and five seconds I get up and walk to the door the man entered through. It is a flat metal door with a hole on it. Looking at the hole on the door again I realize it's a key hole. I walk back over to the body and search the pockets of his pants. I found it, a little black key in the butt pocket of his jeans. Walking back to the door I put the key in the hole and twist. The door makes a clicking sound before popping open towards me. I grabe the edge that is now out of the wall and pull it my way opening the door completely. Before I can think of what to do next two strong hands are placed on my shoulders. I look up to see a muscular man to my left and to my right towering over me. Both look back into the room seeing the dead body of the man I killed and drag me through a long hall way. Looking around I notice many more metal doors to my left and right. With two guards standing outside each. This is definitely not a small organization there is no way I could fight my way out of here, I gotta play along. I'm pulled out of my trance when they drag me in to a room with a door that is surprisingly wooden. I go over the almost unbelievable story I came up with in my head. The man was trying to do things with the pen to me. I moved, and he fell face first onto it. Simple, easy, and as long as they don't look into it much it adds up. The two men stop dragging me and I slowly start looking up at the man in front of me. He is not wearing the same clothes that the two people on my shoulders are. I get to his face and meet his eyes and immediately know he is the boss.