I am unaware that I have been chosen to assassinate the mayor of Providence. Under the impression that I am a local reporter assigned to cover a speech, I approach the podium of the local Hilton with a microphone in hand. The janitor rushes over to plug in the microphone, but instead pulls off the top to reveal a 35mm pistol which is now aimed at the mayor. On closer inspection it seems that the part of the mayor is being played by someone else—someone willing to put me in a wrist lock with one hand and to pull the pin of a grenade with the other.