You aren't sure how long you've been passed out in the brush, but the commotion of two voices is enough to roust you to the sight of two men arguing.

"C'mon, Johnny! Let's get a little closer...we could see if they've got any good stuff on them!" The taller of the two, an Italian, pleads his companion.

"Don't give me that shit," the other one--Johnny--says in an irritated southern drawl. "It's too much trouble. We need to be on our damn way."

Both men go quiet as you wake up.