Silence fills the room as the man speaks. alessandra looks to her right, and sees her partner shake his head in confusion. 

"You are forced to complete this. No questions will be asked, and no strings attached. You hear me?" 

Her partner takes the briefcase from the man in hesitation. The man nods and turns around, disappearing into the darkness...

***

They were in the warehouse. The heavy coat that alessandra was wearing didn't stop the cold breeze from coming through. She cupped her hands to her mouth and blew air. "It's fucking freezing. And that man wants us to deliver this briefcase to someone we don't even know." alessandra checks her watch. "At twelve am. Gosh dammit." She rolls her eyes and walk out of the warehouse with her partner. 

The streets are quiet. They both walk quickly down the sidewalk. alessandra's partner is carrying the leather briefcase. 

There is a sense of anxiety in their stride.

alessandra stops for a moment as they see an old lady sitting on the bench near a bus stop. The thing that scared alessandra the most was that she really was just sitting there while showing no emotion whatsoever... Literally looking like a horror scene in a movie, which made her arm hair rise. 

She feels a shiver up her spine. 

The lady sitting on the bench makes eye contact with alessandra, but she quickly turns away. alessandra whispers to her partner, at the same time trying not to look suspicious. 

"What the hell is going on right now..." she says. Her partner pinches his nose in frustration. "Just be cool, just be cool." He hissed. alessandra was convinced they were just paranoid at that moment, but there are high stakes in this mission after all... 

They awkwardly stand near the bus stop as they wait for their 'chauffeur.'

Her impatience grows as they wait. "How long we gotta wait?" She grimaced. Her partner looks at her with a smug face. "Shit, as long as it takes, I guess." 

"Well that's not really an answer, is it?" 

He starts grunting in anger. "Right, how 'bout I don't fucking know!" alessandra looks anxiously at her partner. They start to forget they're out there in the streets, where anybody... literally anybody could hear them. They both shut up and stand silently. Something catches her partners eyes and they stand at attention. 

"Okay this is it." alessandra said. Her partner cursed to himself as a black Chrysler Airflow Fodor pulls up to the curb.

The darkly tinted window of the Chrysler lowers with a buzz and a voice comes from inside the car. "Lets go." The voice has a strong Italian accent, and cutie could even smell the cigar smoke from the mans mouth. "What?" alessandra's partner blurted. 

"Get in." The door pops open. alessandra and her partner shares a glance and they get in the car. 

They both get inside, sitting opposite three stern looking men. alessandra tries to remain calm as her partner hands the briefcase to the oldest man of the three. "I think you want this." The man opens the case and examines the contents. He looks back up at Jack coldly. "What the fuck is this?" The old man barked. "What, what do you mean? Isn't that..." 

alessandra didn't know what was coming, but she had a sinking feeling in her stomach that it wouldn't be so good.