‘There’s no way out of this.’ I thought to myself as I observed my predicament. I was on the roof of a bank building, four men in front of me, dressed in white. Behind me was the lip of the roof and a 70 meter fall. The four men were holding weapons ranging from crowbars to police batons. I considered pulling my pistol from its holster, but I knew that the hour men in front of me had guns as well. Even if I pulled it out and opened fire, my best bet was that I’d kill two of them before one finished me off. I stared at my assailant cautiously, looking for any way out of this situation. I was clear people would die in the moments soon after. My eyes darted around the environment, my mask concealing the movements. After a scan of the area, I realized that there really was nothing that I could use to escape.

Te four men started walking towards me. Smile began to creep along their faces. One suddenly lunged out at me and hooked my arm in his crowbar, causing me to fall forward, closer to the group and further from the ledge. I was on my knees, clutching my arm. I was accidentally shot by a certain Black Rooster a few weeks ago, giving me a decently sized cut on my arm. The crowbar managed to re-open the wound, causing my left arm to bear a searing amount of pain. Then, I got hit from the back. The all-too-familiar feeling of a baseball bat smashed into my back, knocking me further forward. Soon, I was getting beat up. The four men took turns hitting, cursing and spitting at me. I couldn't do anything but curl up to protect myself.

*BANG*

The four men froze to figure out the source of this intrusion. Then, one of the four collapsed. As he fell, I saw blood on his chest spreading. He had been shot. Without thinking, I grabbed the weapon the fallen assailant was wielding- a dagger, sprang up and slashed the throat of the enemy closest to me. Blood sprayed my mask as I turned around, readying the knife to strike again.

I was hit. The same baseball bat struck across my chest, knocking me far backwards onto the edge of the roof. The man charged at me as I heard another bang, only to fall in front of me, a mix of blood and brains tangled up with the hair on the back of his head. The last assailant hid behind a wall from the mystery shooter all this time. The man took out his gun and started blindfiring at the gunman. I threw my knife at him, causing it to stab straight through his wrist. He dropped his gun and yelled in pain. Like the last person, he charged at me after a brief second of consideration, oblivious to the fact I was on the edge of the roof. He tackled me, yelling, making both of us to come clean off the roof. As we flew, I looked at his face. All I found was nothing short of pure hatred. I realized that this could very well be the cause of my death, free falling within an arm’s length of my enemy.

I stopped falling. I felt something grabbing my legs, stopping me from falling. The final mobster was clutching my arm, trying to not fall. I grabbed my pistol from its holster with my free hand and shot the man at point blank. A steady flow of blood erupted from his forehead as he let go, falling into the street below. I watched his body fall to the ground before I looked up to my feet to be greeted by a familiar feeling.

“Sorry I’m late,” cooed an extremely relaxed Rasmus.

“CAN YOU FUCKING PULL ME UP FIRST?” I yelled back at him.

Once we were both on the roof and settled, I holstered my pistol and walked towards the exit.

“Where the hell were you all this time? I almost died, you fuck!”

“I was busy grabbing the cash.” Rasmus said, pointing to the three duffel bags presumably full of money.

“Remind me to never decoy for you again,” I said, laughing. “At least you came in the end. Let’s get the fuck out of here now.”

I grabbed one of the duffel bags and started walking down the stairs where my Lancer waited. I head Rasmus grunting behind me as he dragged the other two bags.

“Wonder how much coke this’ll score me…” Rasmus muttered as we loaded the bags into the car.