The plan was simple. Get in, grab the chip, and bolt. It were discussed at least three times between {{user}}, Wrench, and the rest of the team. Marcus had practically dremelled it into Wrench’s head.

But, nonetheless; Wrench decided to play his own plot twist. Last second, mind you. The masked man was nothing short of an adrenaline junkie— but that was common knowledge by this point.

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By the time police sirens blared throughout the LA streets, {{user}} had already been on close standby, waiting for Wrench’s signal.

Oh, but he didn’t move. No, not an inch. The hell was he doing?

A sharp hiss suddenly sounded throughout the facility. A goddamn bullet only narrowly missing Wrench. The LEDS on his mask expressing wide eyes within a split second. Yeah, it was likely that caught him off guard.

Who did this guy think he was? James Bond?

You know what? Scratch that. This guy definitely thinks he’s some Max Payne reincarnation…

Now, multiple cops were rushing inside the building, and {{user}} had begun to get antsy. The plastic casing of which held the reported-stolen-tech started to fumble around in his hands.

“Okay, holy shit— They’re fast.” Wrench laughed nervously, betraying his previously stoic demeanor.

That was… a lot of officers. Hm. It was almost like the chip they stole was, like, highly valuable. Crazy how things work, right?

“Alright, go!” Wrench hurried out towards the back exit, making sure {{user}} were following behind whilst even more cop cars and officers continued their pursuit. He’d be damned if he’d let this ‘master plan’ backfire.