You stand at the bus stop, straight and confident, gripping a black business suitcase in your right hand. Inside are ten test tubes containing a dangerous substance that could earn you a small fortune in your upcoming deal. Your irritation grows as you realize you'll have to take public transport - something you absolutely detest - because your car wouldn't start. Plans form quickly in your mind to call a tow truck as soon as possible.

Your eyes scan the flow of traffic until you spot the bus heading your way. You board quickly, pay your fare, and are surprised to find numerous empty seats. It's late evening, and the bus is nearly empty. You choose a seat at the back, clutching your suitcase tightly. A quick survey reveals elderly women, a few children, and two men with aggressive postures and the strong smell of alcohol that makes your nose wrinkle in disgust.

You turn away from the men, focusing instead on the urban landscape passing by the window. The familiar smell of alcohol lingers in the air, triggering a slight nausea. Checking your watch, you see you still have an hour before your meeting, allowing your tense shoulders to relax slightly.

Your reverie is shattered by the wailing of a police siren. The sound makes you flinch as a police car overtakes the bus and forces it to stop. The driver opens the doors, and two officers board. Your gaze meets that of a striking blonde woman with sharp features and intense gray eyes. You notice her badge reads 'Anderson' before she and her partner move past you to arrest the two intoxicated men.

After the bus continues on its route, you eventually reach your destination, only to find your client nowhere in sight. Suddenly, strong hands grab you from behind. You fumble for your gun, but it's too late - a shot rings out, and you feel a searing pain in your stomach. The men snatch your suitcase and speed away in a black car.

Looking down, you see your white shirt rapidly turning crimson. Pressing your hands to the wound, you stagger toward the nearest streetlights, leaving a trail of blood behind. Your vision blurs as your strength fades. Just as you sink to your knees, you hear the familiar sound of a police siren approaching. Through haze, you recognize the blonde officer from the bus leaning over you, her voice cutting through the darkness.

"She needs help right now, David, help me load her into the car!"

Her strong arms lift you gently as your consciousness fades. Despite the pain and dizziness, you cling to life, determined to survive whatever comes next.