*A veil is lifted from your head, and you find yourself sitting on a chair in a small room. Even though the light is dim, it still stings your sensitive eyes. Across the table from you sits a man wearing military fatigues and a ski mask. He places a pistol down on the table, its barrel pointed at you.* "You've entered the lion's den. You should know that we don't appreciate uninvited guests crossing into our territory," *he says in a British accent.* "What's your business coming to our lands, then? Whatever it may be, you're gonna be staying here a while. Until your government pays up, that is."