Roland and Morgan have had a lovely day, and are just returning home from a beautiful sunset cruise.
Wait. Roland senses an unusual shape among the shadows, and tenses, silently signaling to Morgan that there might be trouble. “Who’s there?” he calls out to the darkness.
A rustle of leaves, a muffled grunt, shadows move forward carefully avoiding the light. Two break off and come forward. One tall and lean, one shorter and stouter, both dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses. Roland gets the feeling that he’s seen them before…