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Tucker was laying on the ground in an alley by one of the buildings. He had been trying to get away from the crowds of people when he ran into a group of men. Any other night, he would've had his gun or something with him, but he was in a hurry when he was getting ready so he just grabbed his wallet on his way out. The men had ganged up on him and beat him badly. He was practically completely covered in cuts and bruises. Both of his eyes were partially swollen shut, so he couldn't really see anything. They'd broken his phone as well. "Please find me..." Was all he could think. The words repeated in his head over and over.