"Why didn't you tell me about the police being in on their op?" I tried my best to keep my composure while bullets whizzed by my head.

"Come on Mark, we all know things never go as planned in this city."

"Sorry, I am sure I didn't hear you just now, because of the gunfighting—" On the factory floor below I hear someone shout. "Frag out!"

"Shit!" There was a clinking noise. I looked over in time to see a grenade, pin pulled, armed and ready, about to go off. I kicked it. It slid, flying over the guard rail.

Then it exploded.

The force pushed me back, slamming me into the railing.

"Damn it! Mark, you need to bring back the chip in one piece." Her constant micromanaging annoyed me even more.

"How about, instead of micromanaging me, you fucking do your job!" An officer shot at me. The bullet missed, catching the lights behind me.

I take aim with my Servtech revolver. I pull back the hammer. My heart pounding through my chest I took a deep breath.

He clutched his chest, falling to the ground.

"Officers down, send back up!" One of them screamed, probably into their netlink.

"Just, get out of there!"

"Wow! Thanks! Who are you, Captain—"

"Captain Obvious?" She said, cutting me off.

"No, you would be Captain Clara of 'The Obvious', sailing me into a shit storm with no intel!"

*Click*

I turned my netlink off and began looking for an exit.

Behind the group of police was a a maintenance elevator. Out of order. All the other exits were blocked off, so I only have one choice.

'Good, no cops that way' I thought.

"Weapon down, hands up!" A voice shouted to my left.

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"Shit." A cop was on the catwalk and I had no where to run. I took aim and fired.

*Click*

I was out of ammo and out of options.

I gripped the railing.

"He's jumping!" The officer sounded shocked, and I would be too, considering how far it was to the floor.

I plotted my route to the floor. No officers were near to break my fall and this would be too far for a tuck and roll. Wait, a crane dangled in front of me.

"This is stupid." I pulled myself onto the railing. Using momentum I kicked myself into the air to catch the hook.

"Incoming!" Someone yelled below.

I caught it.

I swung my legs towards the elevator. A twang noise erupted from the wire holding me up and It zips towards the exit.

"Fuck you, pigs!" I dropped in front of the elevator and forced the grates open.

The grate screamed in protest, but I got it open. A cable ran up the middle of the empty shaft to the roof, It was a three story climb.

*Crackle*

Carla forced a connection to my netlink. "Don't you ever hang up on me you—"

"Please, shut up and get me an evac on the roof." I straddled the wire and began my ascent.

"I'm taking the maintenance elevator up to the roof."

"How, my intel shows it's been down for a—" she paused. "You are climbing it aren't you?"

"Affirmative Captain." I could hear Police scrambling up stairs on the level above me.

"Is there an elevator car above you?"

"No it's below me—"

I grabbed a round and put it in my mouth. I un-holstered my pistol and dropped the round into it. "You're a genius Carla."

My Servtech optics responded to my thoughts.

Losing my arm was the worst thing that happened to me. That day, the metal arm paid off. I felt the arm make micro adjustments.

The cable snapped.

I was yanked upward way too fast so I began to calculate again.

"Shit!" I covered my eyes with my metal right arm. The roof exploded sending debris into the shaft.

“Mark! Let go and grab the rope!”

I let go. My body continued towards the heli. “Shit!” The rope fell towards me. I grabbed it. My arm ached from the tension, but it held on. ”Get me the fuck out of here!”

“You heard him move out!” The helicopter began to lift, pulling me from the roof.

By the time the police reached the roof it was too late we had already escaped. The door popped open and Clara showed a wild grin. “We fucking did it!” She reached out to me.

I grabbed her hand and she pulled me into the interior. “Well, I did most of the work.” I grumbled.

She shut the door and got buckled in. “Don’t worry about the police response, we took care of that.”

“That’s great, but—” I reached into my pocket and grabbed a cigarette. “Why were they there to begin with?” I placed the cigarette to my lips and lit it. I felt the smoke fill my lungs and exhaled a sigh of relief. I needed that.

"Well we didn't know a police outfit would be there guarding the target." She opened her laptop. "The saints shouldn't have enough of a payroll for a detail like that."

"We know the value of the chip Clara, why wouldn't you check?" I took another drag from my cigarette. "Nevermind, we're out, and I got the chip."

Her expression softened. "We did, let's go meet the client."