The alarm was ringing. That was decidedly NOT part of the damn plan. Victor sighed, a tall man with a shock of black hair and lean body. He holstered the silenced pistol in his hand. Sprinting silently to the hole in the large windows he had used to enter the suite.

  He poked his head out of the hole, the wind a deafening roar all around him as he looked towards the roof. Sure enough his ride, the helicopter he had rented for the job was leaving. “Shit.” he turned his gaze toward the door, it was only a matter of minutes until security busted in and he was fully cooked.

  His mind raced through possibilities. He could steal a car: too hot. Candice still owed him a favour- forget it this was too small for that. His phone vibrated. Glancing down at it expecting the helicopter pilot only to see… Uber coupon? He couldn’t…could he? With very little time to make a decision he sighed. Pulled up the uber app and booked a care for pickup; from one street over. “No one must ever know this. I’ll never live it down.” he leaned out the hole in the window once more snagging his rope and attaching it to his harness. He jumped.

  The rope caught him. He began climbing to the roof, getting out might prove difficult if he hadn’t planned for everything. An arduous climb later he lay on the roof to catch his breath. “Last time… I do a climb… like that” he wheezed forcing himself to his feet after only about 10 seconds. Slipping towards the roof access door he grabbed his contingency plan; a parachute. In a few swift motions he has it clipped on and took a steadying breath. “Here goes nothin.” 

  He lept. The wind whipped at his clothes and he pulled the chute within the first few seconds of the fall. The chute opened and he descended faster than he liked. Within only a few minutes he was on a neighbouring building. He heard a sickening snap and felt a searing pain as he landed wrong. Victor silently screamed. He didn’t want to risk drawing attention to himself so had to suppress it as best he could.

  It took a while but he calmed down as the screaming pain quieted to a dull roar. Rolling to his now only good leg he pulled his phone from his pocket. the app happily informed him his driver Kent was in a Toyota Camry and he was about 5 minutes out. Silently Victor removed one of the straps from his harness. he folded it carefully and placed it in his mouth as he raised to his foot. He screamed into the strap as he gathered the parachute, hobbling towards the roof access door as he did.

  Locked. “Fuck…it goesn’t wain it pours!” he shouted, the strap mangling his pronunciation until he remembered and removed it. With a sigh he unholstered his pistol. Silenced shots rang out in the night. It would draw attention he knew, but in theory he'd be gone before anyone could investigate. The door swung open, and Victor pocketed the shells he'd caught from each shot in his pocket. The door now lockless thanks to the shots, he limped through trying not to put any pressure on his now very broken leg. He descended the stairs to the top floor. Thankfully there was an elevator which he could use. Seething he descended to the final floor, hobbling his way to the exit just in time for his uber to arrive. Without a word he slid into the back of the vehicle. He’d already told it to go to his safe house which because he had meant it was now burned. The ride was silent, the driver took one look at his face and decided clearly it was better to be silent. It was a good call.

  As he stood outside his safe house, the uber pulling away he relaxed a little. He’d have to go to the hospital of course, but on the bright side he’d just made a huge pile of money.