I did not listen to the song.
The car sped along the highway, guarded by several transport cars. It was headed for the biggest mansion in the city. The transport cars were filled with guards and cash. The drivers had bullet-proof vests and pistols in holsters on their hips. Daggers were hidden in a pouch on the belt with the holsters. The other guards had SMGs and shotguns. It was about 3 miles to the mansion. A transport driver in the front saw a C4. “Hey! Stop! C4!” The front car halted, but the other cars were late to stop and they bumped into each other. None of the cars were seriously damaged, but it would take a long time to get them facing the right way and in formation. They knew that there was an ambush, so they had no time. They got out of the cars just as the C4 blew up and a molotov cocktail flew over the highway railing. The guards looked up and stopped, but then ducked for cover. The Molotov hit a transport car and sent the money into flames. As the car exploded, several masked figures jumped over the railing and started shooting. The guards, surprised, were mowed down and more figures jumped over the railing. This was a well-planned attack. The guards shot back, but they were disorganized and had little cover because of the molotovs. The figures shot the remaining guards and threw molotovs at the transport cars. On the last transport car, they ransacked it before they burned it. The only car left was the one the other cars were guarding. The figures looked inside. One turned and called angrily to another figure. The other one nodded and raised a sniper. He looked through the scope. He shook his head. Other figures searched the car thoroughly and burned it. They needed that information.
The chopper hovered over a small spot in the clearing. It lowered enough for some armed men to come out, and then it pulled away. Some of the men searched the clearing while others guarded the perimeter. After thirty minutes, they moved further Northeast. At one point, one of them in front held his hand up in a fist in a way that signaled the others to stop. He searched the ground carefully. He got up, pointed North, and they readjusted their course. They were stopped once more on their course. A man at the end had spotted something. He stooped down to pick it up. The others were watching intently. Until the man crumpled and gunfire burst out.
Three terrorists had taken another trail and found the information they needed. And gave it to the United States government.