When his cellphone rang in his pocket, John Klutz was sitting at a table across from one of the most vicious gang leaders in the city of New Haven. There was a gun in the center of the table at equal distance from both of them though John's hands had been tied to the arms of the chair so at least it appeared as if there was no chance for him to grab the gun. John smiled at the crime boss as his phone went off in his pocket for it both broke the tension and subverted attention away from what John was doing with the small knife that he always carried on him. It was rubbing away at the ropes until they just snapped. John jumped up, grabbed the gun and placed to the head of the the gang leader.<br/><br/>“Now I had told you that I did not want any trouble. But since I am here I might as well help out our good boys in blue.” John pulled out his phone and opened up a recording application. “Now son, what you are going to do is admit to my phone here all of your wrong doings, the wrong doings of your friends and name all those in your organization including the corrupt cops on your payroll.” John told him as the crime boss looked him in the eye with his eyes wide. He was obviously scared that he was about to be taken out by a man from the country when he had been known to be generally untouchable. To save his life and his reputation, the boss did as he was instructed.<br/><br/>After all of it was recorded, John sent it to his email so that the man could not destroy it if he somehow managed to get his phone. “Now, let's go.”<br/><br/>“Go where?” The boss asked wondering what next he was going to be forced to endure. John dragged him over to the door, firing the gun through it to put the person on the other side in a protective state. He kicked the door open knocking it back up against the man as John ran out pulling the crime boss. He went down the stairs where there were two men there to greet him. Both had their guns drawn so John had to react quickly, shooting on in the knee and the other in his arm. The one that had been shot in the knee fell to the ground screaming. The other had dropped his gun at the shock of the bullet going in his arm.<br/><br/>John and the boss came down stairs where John pistol whipped the man reaching for his gun dropping him to the ground. From where he was he could see the front door but that was not where he was headed, he wanted his car back. “Where is it!?” John asked, and then the boss pointed over to a door on the other side of the room. As usual it was not going to be easy as ten men all appeared with their guns drawn, a smile appeared across the farmers face. This was a situation that he had been in before it seemed. He hit a button on his phone and then the file from the boss started to play where he sold each one of them out to be arrested.<br/><br/>All of them went wide eyed and lowered their guns in shock, this was all John needed in order to run dragging the boss across the room just less than a second before bullets started flying in his direction, Inside was his beautiful Mustang, and the dumb criminals had been so nice enough as to leave the keys in the ignition. John threw the boss into the passenger seat  and then set off to go to the police station.<br/><br/>And the funny thing about this was that all of this had started when John had just gone to grab a soda from a convenience store.