[ WP ] You accidentally spark a gang war in a city you 're visiting for the first time

I'm feeling adventurous, with a few hours before I'm due to meet my estate agent, I decide to take a walk around what could be my new neighbourhood. It's a cheap part of town, full of dark, five or six storey buildings lining narrow alleys, each one seems to be caged in iron, a few have twisted metal balconies overlooking the dirty streets below. I can hear cars speeding down the main road behind me, some parts of the neighbourhood are pretty popular, or so I'm told. I figure I'll see a lot of them when I'm living here. I walk further away from the noise. A single car rumbles past me. Mercedes. Nice. I continue walking. I start to feel completely alone, I notice that my surroundings are devoid of the sounds of everyday life, there is no furniture on any of the balconies either. A door to my right is cracked open. I look inside. The place is empty and a thin layer of dust covers everything. I decide I'll go up to the balcony if I can, to get a better look at the city. When I reach the second floor something catches my eye, a dark figure is leaning over the rusted rails... Oh, he's going to jump! I've always been fast. I rush out and grab is waist, flinging him with all my strength back indoors. A briefcase goes skidding across the floorboards. The guy is skinny, but strong. He pushes himself away from me and scowls. `` You'll thank me later'' I say smiling. The look he gave me was as if I'd told him to go jump again. He scowls again and tells me to stay back. He pulls a gun from his coat pocket. `` How many others?'' He demands of me. `` Uh...'' I have no idea what to say. Is this guy a nut? In the distance comes the sound of rumbling, another car. `` Shit'' he says, scanning the floor, gun held tight between white knuckles. `` What's up?'' I say. He tells me to shut the fuck up. A man appears in the doorway, then slumps forward clutching his belly. `` Oh god'' he says, looking at his gun as if it could save him. `` He was too early'' he tells me, eyes wide with fear. The man in the doorway remains silent, lying in a puddle of blood. I vaguely become aware of a ringing in my ears. The skinny guy points at the red rose in the dead man's hand. He runs, forgetting the briefcase and me. Shaken, I get up and peek out to the balcony, by now the car is pretty close. It's the same silver Mercedes, but it's coming in the opposite direction. I know enough to guess that this was some sort of hand off. Fear starts squeezing my shoulders and stiffening my joints. I know enough to guess this scene wo n't look good. Then I do something that is probably the stupidest thing and best I could do at this point. I take the briefcase. I know it probably has money in it, who says no to that? I still have a few seconds. I climb up more steps to the roof. The buildings are all joined here. I run along the roofs with my heart banging against my chest. Finally I reach the end of the street, I climb down fire escape, trying to ignore the yelling men behind me. A taxi, what luck. I offer a silent prayer and hop in. `` Ridgeway please''. The men are still a few rooftops behind, they would n't have seen me get in. 
 
 A few days later and I'm reclining on my brand new couch, in my brand new apartment, in the nice part of town. The rest of the money is stashed away in a savings account. On the news are photos of dead gang members, and burning iron buildings. Seems like a hand off deal gone wrong had pushed rival gangs into full on warfare. The skinny guys body was found mutilated in a canal a few days ago, at the hands of his own bosses of course. I feel kind of bad for him. They wo n't find me though, I keep a pretty low profile.
