EXT. NIGHT, OUTSIDE A COMPOUND.
THE SCENE IS LIT BY MOONLIGHT, THE SILENCE ONLY BROKEN BY THE OCCASIONAL CALL OF NOCTURNAL WILDLIFE.
We follow a shadowy figure as he makes his way steadily through the gloom, approaching a guard from behind.
The figure reaches out and places his hands at the guard's neck
GRAMS: SUITABLY DISCORDANT AND TENSE
FX: LOUD SICKENING CRACK
GUARD (SLOWLY SHAKING OUT HIS HEAD): Oh yes, that's loads better. Gets really stiff out here, y'know.
SHADOWY FIGURE: No worries. Same time next week?
GUARD: Cheers, pal