When a machine gun suddenly popped out of the ground, he groaned a little. He had ten seconds to plead his case. Stuffing his revolver back into its holster, the man mashed the "talk" button on the keypad and got started. "Please don't kill me. I've got a business proposition for you that is entirely unrelated to the amount of firepower I'm lugging around. You're no good to me dead, so just let me give you a reason not to kill me." He was pretty sure he didn't have enough time to run away at this point, so his only real option was to stand there and wait, and hope that he wasn't about to get machine-gunned to death. He wasn't going to sit here and beg for his life, though. He was too proud to do that. And he was too ambitious to let this opportunity escape him. Whoever was on the other side of that door had to be the key to his success...