The headlights of a car appear, it's dark and foggy, and around midnight; there's no one else except for the two shady figures in the black SUV.
*the window rolls*
"Gimme one more day, that's all I ask!" a man begs the shadow sitting in the passenger seat. "I'll 'ave the money by then."
*the person in the passenger shakes his head slowly, almost sad, almost sympathetic, almost mockingly.
*the driver's hand appears, revealing a hand gun*
"NO! Wait, I got intel!" The man raises his fat arms. "Intel 'bout Katrina Volkov!"
"Go on."
"She heading for a meeting in-in New York!" the man said. "If ya'll give me one more day, I'll 'ave more information—an-an the dough!"
*the passenger nods to the driver, who raises his arm*
"NO—!
*Man gets shoot in chest*
*SUV drives away*
(Am I making these too long?)