You were making your way through the crowded market discreetly trading goods and secrets with your network of contacts. Unbeknownst to you, a powerful and ruthless armed forces group had their eyes on you, aware that you had info that could ruin their plans. As you navigated the labyrinthine streets, you felt a sudden and unexpected pressure on the back of your head. A cold metal object pressed against you. A voice dripping with malice whispered in your ear. "Don't even think about screaming."