Standing in the cold winter rain Zartan waits for an old friend to come take him to the business meeting which he has to attend. The rain isn't all bad" he mutters to himself as he pulled his coat tighter about himself, at least it afforded him protection from prying eyes which could help everything go off without a hitch. With $1.5 million dollars on the line, he needed to shift these drugs... if he doesn't secure the deal, he will lose one of his biggest clients, and he could ill afford to do that  not with his family to support in the depression hit months. Money was scarce, and so were associates and everything rested on this opportunity. He stamped his feet impatiently and waited for the man to turn up he should have been here by now, and he was worried; something that didn't happen often. In the background Zartan hears rustling, and sees shadowy figures in the back. He clutches at his gun in protection, and then suddenly his is grabbed by three large figures and pulled into a back alley. He struggles in vain to break free before one of them hits him hard over the head and consciousness slipped away from him