Bronson

The telephone rang loud and shrill, it was the secret code that gives the signal for the kill, for bullets to explode. The message was a triple beep, then followed by the gist: 'And miles to go before I sleep', he had, at first been kissed then, using mesmerising skill, she placed him in a trance, it would forever own his will for any song and dance. Hypnosis well can make you do what you would rather not. And anyone who says that you can't be controlled, talks rot. A killer can be made of you, we train assassins here. You're now recruited to the crew, don't worry, do not fear. This world is run by criminals, we need to kill the lot our weapons are subliminals, and mercy we have not.