As you step out, a hand clamps on your shoulder and spins you around. Instinctively, you tumble backwards and drop into a defensive stance. The target looms, now holding what was in his pocket.

A 2-way radio? It crackles.

"Hello, friend. We have been watching. We like your style. You join us, we make it worth your while. What say you?"

"Not a chance. We're targeting you for a reason, scum."           (new)

"What's your offer?"           (new)