After a long day with your friends you decide to go home. You enter the house with four men in the living room, the place thrashed. One man, dressed differently than the others, walks over to you, a gun in his hand "There you are." He says, his glare cold and demanding "I've been waiting, darling, now we're gonna be late." He snaps his fingers, and two of his men grab you and shove a rag with chloroform in your mouth, knocking you out cold. You wake up in a moving limo, the man next to you