You opened your burner laptop, ensuring it's connected to the scrapped hotspot that police can't access. You opened the dark web, going to one of the many getaway car websites and checking your listing. One interested. You click on their message, one sentence. A bunch of coordinates to a, once you looked it up, seemingly empty field about four hours from you. There was one follow up message, 2:30 A.M, 5/16. The few weeks past, and here you are, hopping on your motorcycle to head to your first dark web gig.