"Raaagh" you shout as you jump through the doorway. Two grave robbers turn, shocked to see you there. They drop their shovels and scramble for their semi–automatic rifles, but you're too fast for them. You flick your whip through the face of the first, drawing blood, and the second you lash across the wrist as he tries in vain to grab the gun propped up against a nearby crate. 95y4t
"You're under arrest!" you shout, "hands in the air!"
Both men raise their hands immediately. Then, turning to each other, begin smirking. "I think it's you who is under arrest, sahib."
You turn to see five men with rifles aimed at your chest coming through the doorway.