Fresh flakes of snow fell to the cobblestoned road leading up to c2i's home.
The setting was so serene, and peaceful; one would not expect the man living here to be cooking up a volitaile batch of JWH-018.
Down in c2i's basement, he ran his "side business."
From Amazon.com, he would order 20 ounces of Damiana leaf, a legal, simple herb with no harmful properties.
c2i's basement was full of elemental equipment.
c2i: Muhahahaha, batch number 3 is almost complete.
c2i turned to his computer, displaying a 3-D model of the chemical compound.
c2i continued to make the final preparations for the JWH-018 synthesis. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
c2i peaked out the window.
In the front closet, c2i kept most of his assault rifles. He reached for the AR-15. A sherrif came over a loudspeaker.
Sherrif: c2i...mind coming down to the office...so we can have ourselves a chat.
c2i broke the paines on the front of his picture window, as the muzzle of the AR-15 lit up.
The police immediately returned fire. The villagers all gathered around. Gunfire ceased.
c2i's corpse was in the front hallway. The villagers found out that he had been...
It is now Night 4. No talking please.