(http://25.media.tumblr.com/f5ee2b70806141fdb453812ca01810fb/tumblr_mirlnfblcW1s3javlo1_500.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Cyrus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>By his SUV parked off the road.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Friday evening, 1800<br/><strong>With:</strong>Guys<br/><br/>As light begins to fade, a truck drives down a lonly country road. Inside at the wheel is Bob Richard. A master hacker and a gun-nut. With him is several other low lifes fresh from the pin. As they come to a hill, the truck pulls over 10 off the road. Knowing that they need to get ready, Cyrus says "The clothes you asked for are in the bags under each of your seats." When he was finished he pulled out his box of cuba cigars and light it not before getting out of the SUV leaving the box in the middle console.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Cyrus's SUV</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://lib.store.yahoo.net/lib/yhst-54734705425182/vr575-apv.jpg)<br/>(http://www.zercustoms.com/news/images/Ford/Hennessey-APV-Ford-Raptor-SuperCrew-3.jpg)</div></div><br/>As the evening breeze blow, Cyrus took another deep puff of his cigar. "Alright Frank. The edge of her property line is is farther up the road. You remember our deal. For me helping you and these others out, you will give me my money or whatever I see fit in exchange for my services." Cyrus said as he turned to the group of men. He then walked towards the drivers side and opened a metal box under the seat. After he reaches in, he pulls out two pistols and asked the group, "Who other than me knows how to use this."