The interrogation

A chauffeur driven car careers though a landscape of chimneys and factories, far from his usual city dwellings. In the black of night they turn into an industrial estate and pull up to a warehouse. The heavy steel doors screech and lurch open slowly revealing one man, tied fast to a chair in the middle of the dark, empty void. Without hesitation the vehicle races up to him and stops finished, blinding him with the full beams. The doors close, sealing them in. Drowsy, confused and terrified, weak Issac doesn't struggle, he knows he has no chance of escape. The engine stops and the headlights remain on, the rear door opens and out steps JP. Amidst the clip clop of expensive shoes, whirring and beeping of the car cooling down there is a startling silence. He ominously details the reasons for them being there. Grabbing his chin and calmly turns his face towards his “Where is my cash?” He slaps him hard, “ARE YOU LISTENING?!” JP proceeds to tell him he is there for a lesson.