Extract from the story: "Pfft, idiots always walking around aimlessly looking at their feet never knowing what is above them......... Which so happens to be me" Flint muttered quietly to himself as he perched himself on top of a nearby skylight window looking down into the warehouse below. "Hmm, three four..... Six men this time? All armed as usual" Flint laughed quietly to himself as he silently snuck through the window landing on the catwalk below and hid behind a stack of crates. "Now the fun begins, which tactic should I use? Stealth? Or just run straight at one and stick my knife in his head?" Flint mumbled to himself as he began to get lost in thought about how he would kill the men walking around the warehouse. "Don't move" a stern voice said as a barrel of a gun slowly pressed up to Flint's head. ((Hope you enjoy my new story, it's a short little story may only be about four or five chapters long, haven't decided yet, but I hope you enjoy the story, I may write more in the future))