Keith gets a wake-up call.

Keith Harrison groaned as he woke up to the wails of his phone alarm drilling into his brain. His head was pounding. He blindly reached for his phone on his bed stand but could not find it. In fact, he couldn’t even find the bed stand.

Groaning again, Keith **** himself to open his eyes. Sunlight was coming in through the blinds of his window. It stung his eyes.

Wait… blinds? Keith thought to himself. “I don’t have blinds in my bedroom…” He murmured.

His vision slowly adjusted as he looked wildly around. He quickly recognized where he was. He was in his office. He had fallen asleep on the couch with…

Keith looked down at the object he had been hugging in his sleep. It was a large, black briefcase, but he didn’t recognize it as one of his own. Confused, Keith sat up, positioned the briefcase on his lap, and popped it open. At first, he didn’t know what he was looking at. The briefcase was filled with clear plastic packets of some kind of crystalline substance.

Then Keith realized the grating noise wasn’t his phone alarm at all. It was the sound of police sirens.

Keith’s memory came rushing back and he put two and two together. He stared down at the contents of the briefcase in horror. “No!” He gasped.

Just right then, the door to Keith’s office exploded and several intimidating silhouettes clad from head to toe in black tactical gear and body armor burst into the room, brandishing submachine guns and carbines.

“FREEZE! GET DOWN ON THE GROUND! NOWWWWW!!!”