<p><h1><center>IMAGINE WITH ME</center></h1></p>
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<p><em><h2><center>A secluded warehouse in the forest, teeming with <strong>gunfire</strong> and <strong>grenade explosions.</strong></center> </h2></em></p>
<p><em><strong>Unnamed men</strong> in sunglasses and body armor carrying <strong>machine guns, rifles, pistols, and rocket launchers</strong> are weaving between mountains of cocaine, neatly packed in brown paper and stacked ten feet high.</em></p>
<p><em>They peek around a stack, <strong>take a shot,</strong> then duck back into hiding. As bullets whiz through the air, puffs of white <strong>pop</strong> from the packages like<strong> air jets.</strong> A few of the men are already dead on the ground and every so often another man will <strong>spasm</strong> and <strong>shriek</strong> as bullets rip through his armor, spraying the packages in <strong>red</strong> before he <strong>thumps</strong> to the ground.</em></p>
<p><em>Suddenly, the <strong>Hero</strong> crashes from an upper office window where he has just <strong>eliminated</strong> his <strong>target</strong> - the head of this dastardly operation - and leaps atop the stacks of cocaine, <strong>hurling</strong> himself toward the <strong>exit</strong> as bullets <strong>scream</strong> past his body. A <strong>helicopter</strong> can be heard above the <strong>din of gunfire</strong> and as if by magic, it appears, hovering a few feet above the ground next to a huge open receiving gate. </em></p>
<p><em>One of the <strong>armed men</strong> hones in on the Hero, ignoring the <strong>chaos</strong> around him and aiming his rifle, waiting for the <strong>perfect moment</strong> to fire.</em></p>
<p><em>Taking one <strong>enormous jump,</strong> the Hero <strong>launches</strong> himself toward the helicopter, <strong>spinning</strong> in the air as he does and<strong> firing</strong> his single pistol.</em></p>
<p><h3><strong><em>Crack!</em></strong></h3></p>
<p><em>The armed man's head <strong>snaps back,</strong> his rifle <strong>clatters</strong> to the ground and his body soon follows, one of his eye sockets<strong> hollowed</strong> out and <strong>bloody.</strong> </em></p>
<p><em>The Hero lands <strong>safely</strong> in the open side of the chopper and it<strong> sails away.</strong></em></p>
<p><em><h3><strong>The battle is won.</strong></h3></em></p>
<p><h1>The End.</h1></p>
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<p>It's a scene (or some variant of it) we all know well. If the story doesn't end there, it concludes soon thereafter with some follow-up on the recovery of the hero and the joyous results of his tribulations. Never again is there a mention of the warehouse filled with the rotting, bullet-ridden corpses of those random armed men killed by the hero while protecting their drugs.</p>
<p><h4>That bothers me. It has always bothered me.</h4></p>
<p>It sounds odd, granted, but no one pities the death of an unnamed villain; specifically, Unnamed Villain #11 who is lying, eyeless, in a pool of his own blood.</p>
<p>More than likely, that man was part of a security force tasked with guarding the warehouse and whatever items and people were inside. Often in large-scale shady dealings, third party contractors are hired to serve as security -- men who don't know and don't care about the goings-on and who are just trying to earn a paycheck. </p>
<p>They don't give a crap about cocaine or money laundering or international spy organizations. They go where their boss tells them and do what they're told to do.</p>
<p>Most of them have families back at whatever home they came from -- parents and wives and children who don't know exactly what daddy does for a living other than it's dangerous, it keeps him away for long stretches of time, and it pays well (despite the fact that there's no health insurance or retirement plan since he's working for an independent contractor after all). </p>
<p>Perhaps his wife is trying to call him now, just checking in to see how he's doing.</p>
<p><em>In the <strong>utter stillness</strong> of the warehouse, as <strong>shadows</strong> lengthen and <strong>dusk </strong>creeps in, a <strong>cell phone rings,</strong> <strong>echoing</strong> around the space where there is<strong> no one</strong> alive to hear it.</em></p>
<p>He won't answer his phone -- ever again.</p>
<p>She'll call and call, and soon his battery will die and she'll be left with silence. There's nowhere she can go to look for him, no one she can ask. He kept his employer a secret from everyone and his locations were always under the strictest cover.</p>
<p><h4>He's just gone.</h4></p>
<p>So while the hero smiles and kisses his heroine, while the music plays triumphantly and the helicopter thunders away into a glorious sunset, Villain #11 lies there in the dark -- cold, still, and forever unknown.</p>
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<p><h2><center>Just give him a thought every now and then. He used to be, in his mind at least, the hero of his own story.</center></h2></p>
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