Hijacking isn't so bad. I've been known to do the same thing.

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It was a good thing his clothes were black. Otherwise everyone would have seen the blood. In the dim glow of the overhead bar lighting, in an atmosphere filled with smoke and the scent of whiskey and beer, Lee blended in well. He sat with his hands behind his back, staring at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar.

The music was low, thumping a little, like the heavy footfalls of the drunks all around.

Then the cold feeling of steel fell upon his wrists, and clacked, the sound of handcuffs.

Lee grinned. “What took you so long?”