Attempting to draw less attention to himself, Jon decided to park his car at the far end of the restaurant parking lot. It's been a while since he's sold Marijuana, but he couldn't pass up on this deal. According to his informant, the price of weed on the streets is nearly up to $1200 a unit. He purchased 40 units at $100 a piece, just last week. This was the deal of the year, he thought.

He took the briefcase out and put it at his feet, reached into his coat pocket and grabbed his pack of cigarettes. His face lit up as he inhaled the first puff. Jon reached back into his coat and pulled out his watch; ten more minutes, he thought. The man he was meeting to sell the weed to was a well known pot dealer in Brooklyn. He didn't know him very well, but his CA told him he was the top dog in his parts.

Jon took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it into a puddle by his car, it sizzled as it went out. "Don't turn around." A raspy voice came from behind him. Jon slowly rose his hands above his shoulders, as to let the person know he doesn't want any trouble. "I don't want any trouble, ma'am. Can we plea--" "Shut the fuck up, I'm doing the talking here. Now, keeping your right hand in the air, I want you to take your wallet out of your coat pocket, with your left hand, nice and slow. No funny business or I'm gonna paint your nice white suit of yours red."

Not willing to have his head blown off, Jon did as the lady said and grabbed his wallet out of his coat pocket. Jon only kept around $5,000 in his wallet, the rest of his money was in a hidden safe spot in the back seat of his car. $5,000 dollars isn't much, especially if it was a matter of life and death. "Now I want you to open it up and give me all your cash." Jon did just that and held the wad of cash up to hand it to the thief.

"Now I want you to close your eyes and count to 50. I don't want you to open your eyes or turn to look at me or you can consider yourself as good as dead." Jon closed his eyes and counted aloud, so the unknown assailant could hear him. As Jon reached 10, he heard foot steps quickly running off behind him. He turned his head to see if he could catch a glimpse of her, he quickly ducked as a bullet ricocheted off the ground by his feet.

As the footsteps faded away, Jon waited another 2 minutes before turning his head, he wasn't trying to get shot at again. Headlights pulled up next to Jon's car and he reached into his coat pocket for his gun. "This isn't going to happen again," he thought. The car door opened and shut, as a man stepped out of the vehicle, Jon yelled. "What kind of shit are you trying to pull?"

"What do you mean, man? You're Jon, right?"

"Yea, I'm Jon. Are you in cahoots with that broad?" 

looking genuinely confused, the man replied, "Look, I'm just here to purchase some weed. I have no clue what the fuck you're talking about." "Some chick with a raspy voice just held me up at gunpoint for all my cash."

"I'm sorry to hear that, bro. But I have nothing to do with that. We gonna do this deal or not?"

"Yeah, yeah. Give me a minute to collect myself."

Jon looked down and noticed the briefcase with the goods was gone.