Two guys walk into a blog...

The plan bee that I got today is no good. I'll come back to it. Instead: A man walks into a bar, but it isn't a bar.

As Donald Wilks parked his beat-up sedan in front of the back-country saloon, he couldn't help but notice that there did not seem to be any other vehicles around. The door was wide open, though, and as he peaked his head into the dark, musty room he saw that it had been out of operation for some time. Many of the floorboards were loose and rotting, such that Donald dared not take a step past the doorway, and the lack of tables or chairs seemed to indicate that scavangers had picked the place clean over time.

As he turned to leave, Donald thought he heard a noise... a soft shuffling. He turned to look and was instantly floored by a savage blow to the head. He sheilded himself as best he could as his assailant began kicking his back and ribs, but quickly realized that his only hope was to fight back. He quickly whipped out his switchblade and jammed into his attacker's ankle, sending him instantly to the ground. Donald, taking advantage of his opportunity, pounced on top of the supine enemy, pinning both his arms with his knees and holding the bloody knife up to his throat.

"How did you find me?," the man asked. Donald replied that he was in no mood to explain himself, but that he would have plenty of time to put all the pieces together in prison. "I will tell you one thing, though," he chuckled, "you fight almost as badly as you kidnap. Maybe you should think about another line of work."