I'm in some industrial place - think the deck of cargo ship, or something similar - it's never the same place twice, but always the same in spirit. People unknown are shooting at me. I cannot shoot back; I have no weapon.
Andrew appears and informs me that he has a vehicle secreted nearby, on which we may make good our escape. We go there; sometimes it's a scooter, sometimes a car.
Anyway, a chase ensues. We're heading for a safe place where one of my friends is waiting (never the same friend - always a different person).
Finally we get there. Thinking that we are safe, we disembark, only to find that my friend is now not our friend. He has betrayed us, and is now pointing his pistol directly at me.
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