The man's face drained of all color as he stared at Nicklaus. He couldn't even believe who was in front of him.
He had just gotten into the country for a business deal; he called a driver to take him to his hotel, but he realized that they were going to another venue, he asked the driver where they were heading to but he got no response, just when he wanted to call someone, another man, looking deathly stepped into the car, with a gun pointing to his skull and bound his eyes with a piece of cloth.
He had been promising tremendous amounts of money since they held him captive but none of them had said a word to him; he wondered who his captor was and what they wanted but he could not pin his head around anything; he didn't remember anyone wanting to get him, but when the cloth was pulled off his face, and he saw the person in front of him, he knew he was in great trouble.
