The giant bridge creaks as a massive gust of wind blows. The scene shifts to the top of the bridge, where a figure sits on the edge, wearing a brown leather jacket and black pants with multiple utility pockets. His face is obscured by a mask resembling an oni's, but more mechanical, with two sharp horns protruding from it. On his back, he carries two swords and several daggers. He holds a can of cola, taking a sip. As he drinks, his mouth becomes visible. When he finishes, a smirk appears, only to be quickly concealed by sharp, metallic teeth extending from the mask.
The scene shifts back down to the road on the bridge. Two cars drive side by side, one black and one white. The driver of the black car, a man in a black suit and tie, wears dark glasses and has a scar running from his neck to his forehead. He speaks into his earpiece, keeping his eyes locked on the white car.
"We have eyes on the target. Waiting for orders," he says.
In the backseat, two other men, also in black suits and glasses, sit silently. A voice responds through the earpiece, cold and precise.
"Ten seconds. Then make your move. Cameras will be down for 30 seconds. Get ready."
As the call ends, the driver presses the side of his glasses, activating a 10-second timer that appears in his vision.
He turns to the men in the back. "Ten seconds. After that, we move."
The passengers ready themselves, checking their guns and magazines. One pulls a black suitcase from under the seat. The driver focuses on the timer as the seconds tick down.
10… 9… 8…
Up above, the masked man rises from his perch, holding the cola can. He places something inside it, then drops the can toward the road.
7… 6… 5… 4…
On the road, the driver tightens his grip on the steering wheel.
3… 2… 1.
The black car veers sharply toward the white car. As it closes the distance, the windows of both vehicles roll down. One of the men in the black car tosses the suitcase into the open back window of the white car. Moments later, a different white metal suitcase is being prepared to be thrown back from the white car.
But before the exchange can happen, the cola can lands on the white car's hood. It sticks for a brief second before exploding in a violent burst, obliterating the white car.
The shockwave flips the black car, sending it skidding upside-down toward the side of the bridge. The white suitcase is flung from the wreckage, landing in the middle of the road.
All three men in the black car crawl out, shaken but alive. The driver shouts to the others, "GO FIND THE SUITCASE!"
He taps his earpiece, contacting someone. "We're under attack. The seller's car is blown to bits, and there's a massive traffic jam!"
The voice on the other end responds sharply. "Do you have the suitcase? Whoever attacked you is after it."
"The suitcase was sent flying by the explosion. My men are searching for it now," the driver replies, scanning the chaos around him.
"Find it and secure it. Backup will arrive in three minutes," the voice commands before the line cuts out.
The driver taps his earpiece again, this time calling his men. "Did you find the suitcase? Hey?"
No response.
A sinking feeling settles in his gut. Fuck. 'They're dead, aren't they?'
He sprints toward the last known location of his men. His worst fears are confirmed when he sees the masked man standing over their lifeless bodies, the white suitcase in his hand.
The driver freezes, his breath hitching. 'Two highly skilled operatives, taken out without leaving a scratch on him. And he didn't even draw his swords. Fighting him is suicide. But what choice do I have?'
Steeling himself, he grips his gun tighter and steps forward, his resolve shaky but unwavering.