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A steal and a steal and a steal and a LARGEEE MASSIVE BLACK CAR MANUFACTURED BY THE DIABLO -crashes through the front window of the club-I was about to get out of the car when I heard you scream. I ran over, to find you staring in horror at three men pointing guns at your temple. "Dude!" one with his thumb on the trigger shouted. "Where's your wallet?" I answered with an accomplice nod, before spotting our mission opportunity. The moment he locked eyes with me, my mind snapped into auto-pilot... it's this look they have - these criminals - that gives me hope for humanity... I simply removed my shoulder bag and opened it, before passing it over to him. "B-b-b-b-but that's-"Is this all you can say? Since you're in such a hurry, I think we should get right to the point: We need your information. Name, address, online aliases... At this point, I'm willing to make any deal - anything for this mission. Just name your price and we'll get on with it! I hope you'll consider my offer... I withhold nothing. I took out my phone to pretend to take notes, but was already dialing the last number.After that, they just wanted to talk. He left with a smile on his face, which was about all I could hope for. I hated the smile - it was too hopeful, too trusting... it wasn't him being so nice that bothered me so much - but rather the fact that he hadn't even noticed the large scar on my neck... or maybe he hadn't cared. It's hard to say what they were looking for at this point - they were most likely after my information, after all... but still, I couldn't help but feel like I was better off dead... I don't know how long it took for them to make their way to the club. A while, I'm sure; time had flown by while we spoke since the moment the thief had locked eyes with me. How little did they know? The clock on my phone read 12:23 when they pulled up, and by the time our trial run was finished, it was just past 1:00. With weapons out and ready, we waited in the darkness of an alley, two blocks away from the club and - hopefully - beyond its security. Despite me telling them where to go and all that jazz... I tasted blood in my mouth... and I realized it wasn't from my scar. It was dark, but I could see well enough. One of the men was holding a phone to his ear - his target must have been calling for security. "He'll be there soon," he said, "and we're gonna-" and that was when the leader yanked the phone out of his hand and smashed it on the ground before he could finish speaking. "When we get that iPhone," he declared to us all, "we won't need any deal-making with this lizard!" I didn't want to know what that meant - after they got what they came for, our job would be done... cfa1e77820