Picture a parking lot, any regular old slab of asphalt with a few lines painted on it. A single car sits idling at the far edge. Its the middle of the night and nothing else moves. You see another car come barreling into the lot, the driver’s jerky motions behind the wheel throwing off screeches as the rubber grinds along the pavement. Both vehicles parked, four suspicious looking characters emerge. One grabs a large piece of metal from the trunk of his car and they cross the lot. The four of them stop and look down at a manhole cover, the one with the metal bar inserts it into the large round lid and pulls. Quickly and without words the four climb down into the hole, pulling the heavy lid back behind them. It falls into place with a low pitched clank, punctuating the preceding action, and returning the stillness to the scene.
