A/N: Ok, we are nearing the end in the story 'Is Everything Alright?', so here's my new piece! Maybe a little bit longer and also angsty... It's rated T for some violence, lots of angst and mild swearing in later chapters. No slash!

I hope, you'll like the prologue. If not, then give it a chance ;)

Roy is sitting in his car, big and comfortable like everything he has. Even his name is comfortable. He is used to it. Five years. Same work, same name. Maybe he should change it. Tim? Lucas? But not now, not today, not this year. His work is all he has so far. Well, not exactly the best thing he could do, but he's satisfied and 'Roy' belongs to him. He never liked the name, which he received from his parents. 'Roy' has a secret, 'Roy' is him.

He wears his work suit today and has new orders from his boss. New job means new money. Simple mathematics. He knows it, even thought he wasn't really good at math in school. No problem, he was good in something else, wasn't he?

Outside the rain starts to fall down. Big drops are landing on his windscreen and flow slowly down as the glass is gets wet.

The weather has never stopped him. He has made a few mistakes before. Yes, for sure, but who hasn't? It was never because of the rain and it wouldn't be this time either.

He looks on the next seat. A gun. Just in case of problems, not necessary. This 'client' is not supposed to make any trouble. Handcuffs - the more important thing. Even trouble-free passengers might need something to hold them in place. A scarf. Even the most easy-going man doesn't need to see where he's going.

'Be careful, I want him alive!' that was Roy's chief's words. And his boss is always right; he has to be, just for principle.

Roy's looking at the photos of his 'job'. One from a distance - the man in the snapshot is chatting with some other guy by his car. Roy assumes it is his car, because he's leaning on it. In the second one - the man is standing by the front door of some house. Nothing special here, so Roy takes the next one. More interesting. The stranger is kissing a beautiful woman - not a polite kiss.

Roy wonders why his chief needs to talk to this man. Well, talk is probably the wrong word anyway. No visitor has come back yet. Roy doesn't ask, he doesn't want to be next. Why do these people have to disappear? It's better not to know.

He looks at the last photo. The same man. The same dark brown eyes, but there is also the time with the place on it: 5.35 pm in front of the hospital. That's all he needs to know, nothing more. Roy checks his watch - nearly half past five. He lets the wipers do their job. He wants a better view.

After a few minutes his possible target leaves the front door wearing a black coat. Roy assumes the man has forgotten his scarf - there's only a polite tie hanging on his neck. He's carrying the suitcase.

Roy studies the snapshot one more time, quickly, when the other man gets into the car. 'Volvo'. His boss wasn't speaking about the car, but what's the problem? Let's only use the plan B. He casts the photo one last look. Maybe the hair is shorter and a bit darker here? It's possible. The picture is probably already a few months old.

When the Volvo starts to move, Roy looks around. No one else to fit in the description. He steps on the gas pedal and brings his car to life as well.