INTRO The moon shined dimly on the city as he walked across the streets and through the alleys. His shadow cast itself against the brick walls of the apartment buildings. He was going to meet him between two of those buildings on Stanley Avenue and Main Street. He waited there and wrapped his over coat around him. He lowered his head down and breathed hard for it was a windy, cold night. "You bring the money?" a low, raspy voice asked him in the shadows. "I need more time," he replied, nervous to his response. "Okay, then.but this is your last chance." The young man heaved a sigh of relief that he tried not to show. "You have until next Friday." "Next Friday?" he repeated. "But, that's only a week away!" He knew he couldn't POSSIBLY be able to get $2,000,000 in a week. "Next Friday," was the man's only reply as he disappeared into the shadows of the buildings. The young man stood there in shock and in fear for his life. He just leaned against the brick wall and slid himself down into a sitting position.trying to hold back his grief.