We were driving through the rough Registan desert in Afghanistan . A gargantuan cloud of dust was forming behind our convoy . I was in the lead truck of the convoy . We were selling our biggest amount of weapons to our richest client ever . We didn’t want to get caught . These type of things went well. Usually .
I wondered if we were in danger of being caught where would we hide it all . I had a rifle on my lap just in case things went south . If this went well I could move myself and my family into the bigger city and get a better job than being a criminal . Two hours later we arrived . Our clients had erected a camp and were waiting for us . The men saw us. They immediately started firing at us . My truck was first to get attacked. My attempts to escape were feeble . Suddenly everything was dark.