The meeting for the exchange of your Mad 7 was set to happen in this secluded alley, just the one street lamp to light the whole space. Things are dead quiet tonight, no cops, no nothing. These guys strike you as awful paranoid to set a meet this far out of the way, but you've dealt with these kinds of customers before. Just got to keep your gun handy, and if they fuck around, it is pop, pop--
POP! POP!
The street light fizzles out, leaving you alone in complete darkness. Shit! If only you had brought a flash light!
Before you fully realise what is going down, someone strikes you in the belly with a heavy blunt instrument, while another kicks your legs out from under you. You fall over backward and hit the ground hard, the wind knocked out of your lungs. The package falls limp from your fingers, leaving it for the OSK operatives swoop in for the snatch and grab. Such horrible, mocking laughter. This whole thing was a setup!
"To Krime!" you can hear them cheer, distant now, as you struggle to catch your breath.