A slow grin spread across his face as the man in the trench coat closed the cover to his flip phone, ending the call. He menacingly walked towards the cooler where he pulled out a fresh mountain dew to celebrate what was about to happen, ignoring the muffled screams of the elderly couple in the other corner. Yes, he was being hunted down by the government for wanting to cause world domination and destruction, and yes, he had just called one of the agents that were currently hunting him down, but that agent, Jerry, had no clue he was talking to his prey, and this strange man was about to make a cigarette that would cause world domination and destruction. He cracked open the can and took a swig, letting that sink in. It was going to be good to be ruler of planet Earth.
