You dove behind the flipped table, Hoxton kneeling down next to you. This was supposed to be an easy job, instead it turned to hell…

“There’s too many! We can’t leave, we can’t beat’em!…” Hoxton said, his voice shivering and having obvious stress in it. His gun was low on ammo, the rest of the gang bailed…

An officers voice pierced your ears “YOU’RE SURROUNDED! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP!” The officer said over the megaphone. There’s no escape…