Meanwhile,someplace in a back alley of an unnamed 3rd world nation with no extradition treaties. An unnamed NFL cornerback huddles in a rusty leanto cravenly aware of his surroundings. He's cold, or maybe hot, he doesn't even know anymore. But he does know that if he let's "them" get to him here. There assuredly will be an execution. An execution that's been promised by others for a number of years. An execution of something more precious to him than life it's self.
