"Alright, get out of the car."
A man, bound and gagged, is in the car, still breathing, in the back of the police suv. "I guess you can't move."
I un-bound his legs, my associate holds a gun to his head. We're at the airport now, it's midnight, nobody's here except us and the guy. He's a businessman, a former Mafia associate, working out of Dogwood. He's not clean: we're doing some good work for once.
"You better be willing to work with us on this..."
(Some police officers have arrived at the scene. The forgeter mustve managed to dial 911 and heard our entire conversation. "Dammit.")
Gunfire rings out, snipers attack. "Get this forgeter in the car. We're getting to my plane."
I own a small jet, a Shamal, that takes off on my command. "We're gonna fly back to St. Mary, in SMX, and we're going to live. Right?"
"Right."
We end up arriving at my plane, I shove the guy into my plane, make sure he cant attack, un-bound him, keep a gun trained to him. "This is a short flight, amigo. You'll live." We're gonna drop him off in Dogwood and finish our work with Tignet-C: he's too much trouble for me.
