He steps out of the shaddows where he has been waiting all night, the thick brown envelope still tucked tightly under one arm, and the heavy metal of the gun pressed reasuringly against his chest. Despite his thick overcoat he shivers, the cold december air whipping arround the Deroit street.

Finally he sees someone approach..

"Its about time you got here, have you got the money?"

Silently he curses himself for ever coming here as he hears not one, but two safty catches click off.