Apte-ji had barely shut his eyes for a second when he was violently awoken. The traffic around him hadn't moved in the last twenty minutes and a burly rider was thumping on his windshield. Motorcyles crawled around his car like ants on a sugarcube.
"You're on the wrong side of the road", he tried to reason as the man motioned him to lower his window. Before he could utter another word, he felt the rider's grip tightening around his neck. The goon got off his still-sputtering bike, fist clenched, least expecting the frail old gentleman to dodge a punch.
One look inside the car and he knew he was in trouble. A pair of fiendish eyes peered at him through glasses, along with the barrel of a sawn-off shotgun. There was a soft click as the old man cocked the hammer and a deafening retribution as he pulled the trigger.