Waiting...
       
     
He Arrives...
       
     
Facing Off
       
     
The Goods
       
     
The Choice
       
     
PUNCH!
       
     
Don't Let Regrets Hold You Back
       
     
Waiting...
       
     
Waiting...

He checked his watch again. "The seller was supposed to be here by now," he thought. He looked around the empty garage wondering if this was going to be worth it.

He Arrives...
       
     
He Arrives...

He entered the lot, searching for the contact. Their clandestine meeting at this hour implicated the nature of the suitcase's contents.

Facing Off
       
     
Facing Off

They faced off like two gladiators preparing for combat. One with all the power, and the other with with the mere guise of confidence.

The Goods
       
     
The Goods

The goods. The reason they were both here. They were brilliant. They were stunning. They were worth the wait.

The Choice
       
     
The Choice

He stood there, suitcase in hand, and now he had a choice to make: Pay the man or take the goods by force.

PUNCH!
       
     
PUNCH!

POW!

Don't Let Regrets Hold You Back
       
     
Don't Let Regrets Hold You Back

He walked away with a bit of regret, but knowing that the goods were safer with him.