The wait isn't a long one. A man that had been standing behind the DJ, hidden by the dim lighting, steps to a side- revealing that he was holding a gun to the DJ's head.<br/><br/>Grabbing the microphone, the man- in a rather nice suit actually now that he has some light on him, starts to speak in deep Spanish.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ladies and Gentlemen. I hate to break up this evening's dancing, but I have to be the bearer of bad news. The owner of this club has had the poor judgment to not only not pay us for insurance, but to go with one of our competitors for certain chemicals.<br/><br/>If you all do what we say, nobody has to die. Will the men put their hands behind their heads and lay down on the floor, the women move toward the main entrance. 20 or so of you will be loaded into vans. Those that are put in vans and have families that can pay ransom will be returned here in a week, understand? Good.</strong>"<br/><br/>More men with guns begin making themselves apparent, two showing up at the back entrance that seemed to be the goal of the three adventurers.<br/><br/>"<strong>Great, a big gun fight coming and all I brought was a knife.</strong>" Alonzo quietly complains, looking angry.