Jack dodged the bullets raining down on him and rolled under a parked car. "Damn," he thought to himself. This was supposed to be an easy job: get in, get the papers, and get out. But nooo.. the damn security guards had to come back from their damn coffee break five damn minutes early! Jack lay there for a moment, assessing the damage. He could tell without looking that the car above him was riddled with holes, and two of the four wheels were flat. To his left was a ten-foot chain link fence, topped with spiral bound barbed wire. To his right was an open field-with about thirty police officers sprinting around, running in his direction. Ahead the three security guards- all with Beretta 9000S 40 caliber compact pistols- were trying to kill him, and behind him was... Jack kicked behind him, expecting to hit a brick wall. He was surprised when his foot kicked wildly behind him, and he eagerly shimmied backwards, rolling to the side as he did so. Scooting out from behind the car, he sat up and looked around.

He was in a warehouse of sorts, as far as he could tell from the many boxes stacked around him. From the sound of gunfire outside, he surmised that the police had caught up to where he had been, and had joined the guards in attempting to pump him full of lead. He wondered briefly why they still thought him to be under the car, when he realized that the garage door he had rolled under was only open about three feet high, and was the length of the car. He was safe, for the moment.

Jack looked around, muttering to himself as he did so. How was it that the day he decided to do the job, the sentinels had decided to cut their coffee break short. For the past three days, he had watched them take their break. And for the past three days, they were gone for exactly fifteen minutes. Then today, the day he takes the risk, does the heist, they're only gone ten minutes!

He cursed his luck, and as he did, tripped over a box that was lying away from the rest. He quickly stifled his shout of surprise and bent down to look inside. What he saw made him gasp in surprise and pleasure- three 92FS Inox 9X19 caliber full size Beretta pistols, and extra ammunition. He was also pleased to find a flashlight, though why it was there he had no idea. He loaded the guns, holstered two of them, and clicked on the flashlight with his free hand.

On the far left wall, he saw a door. Abandoning all caution, he ran over to it. Wrenching open the door, he suddenly froze when the garage door slid open with a groan, and a whole team of officers swarmed in. "Freeze!" one of them yelled. "This is the police!"

Jack thought through his options for one half second, decided to hell with it, and started firing his weapon. Before anyone knew what had happened, he had ducked into the door and disappeared.

The police team swarmed after him, running down the long corridor and yelling into headsets. None of them noticed the tall muscular black clad man that was Jack behind the door he had opened. Jack waited for them to all go, and walked out of the warehouse and over the chain link fence, keeping to the shadows.