Every weekend you'd go home you'd always get stopped by the same group of guys. They'd shake you down for your cash then give you a beatdown before going wherever jerks go. Your best friend, Jett would usually be around to help with the wounds. One weekend while you expected your weekly rob nothing happened. You went home with your money. From your landline, you hear a ring. When you answered it was Jett.

He sounded shakey like he was nervous. “Uhm…hey. Where do you think the quietest place in town is? "