You're surprised to learn that the person who's been trying to have you killed, the person who's plans you've interrupted, if a local celebrity and philanthropist. You've seen here on the news and half always been impressed by her ethics, but things might not be quite what they seem with her.
You brazenly pull up to the gate and ring the intercom to request access. "Yes?" comes the voice over the speaker.
You suddenly realize that you should have planned this out. "Uh...delivery?" you say.
"Uh...right," the voice says, full of disbelief. Still, the gate opens and you drive up to the house. Once the car is stopped, the welcoming committee comes out. Judging by the guns they all have trained on you, perhaps they didn't believe your delivery story. You put the car back in drive, banking on your only chance at escape, but it's too late; by the time they stop firing, you and your car both resemble swiss cheese.