The Chinese Connection

The heat was rising up in waves off the pavement as I hustled down the crowded city street. There I was, minding my own business, when I see a guy wearing a trench coat making a beeline for me. Before I could decide where to run, he was right in front of me, stopped dead in his tracks. I was trembling as I noticed his hand slipping into his coat and I heard him say, “Hey buddy, wanna buy a ribbon mic? Cheap?”
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