It was late at night, jet black out there at the gangster hideout. I was standing by a tall, chain link fence, looking out through it but I couldn't see anything. Mack, (or Mac?) the night watchman strolled out of his guard shack and asked if I could see anything and I said, "No."
"You look a little tired Mack," I said. "How about a cup of coffee?"
The old watchman smiled and gave me a nod. I went into a nearby building and got a cup of coffee out of a vending machine and took it out to poor old Mack, who was laying there on the pavement, dead. Somebody out there in the darkness plugged him, I surmised. Right then, the boss drove up in his big, black limousine and he told me to get in. I climbed into the car but we didn't drive out of the outpost, no, he turned the car around and headed back to headquarters. We pulled up to the curb and a super duper of a bad apple gangster walked up to the car and asked the boss if we were going to get revenge for Mack's slaying.
"Let's fight!" I shouted out with an angry voice.
The hard core criminal leaned down to my window and gave me a nice 'That's the spirit' look.
But the boss said "No."
He kind of threw water on our desire to get revenge, so I woke up.