“James. You are in danger. The police have just went through our hideout. They are guna do anything to find you. Stay calm and stay hidden. The address at the bottom is in code. Remember, stay calm.
183 Chesnut Drive, Olds.”

“Stay calm? Get real. I now have the police after me, and if they got everything they probably know where I live and all my contact numbers. I guess Jerry did give me a place to stay. In Olds. That’s a 14 hour drive from here, and I guess they know my license, and they will have police checking who leave’s town. That’s just great.” James quickly took a glace out the window. He saw four possible undercover police and two snipers on the rooftops. Quickly going into his closet he got his ammo and jacket and sprinted out through the back door into the ally. Looking around he started to slow down. He couldn’t bring any attention to himself. He had to blend in with the crowd. With one quick move he put his glasses down on his face. Then, suddenly, he fell down dead.

The tension was killing him. His sweaty hand grasped the trigger. They have been here for three hours, waiting for him to come out. He was the only guy covering the back of the hit mans house. If the professional did come out the back it would be up to him to kill him, and being his first time on the field of course he was stressed. The sun was in his eyes and the wind going the wrong way. All together it just didn’t feel right. He knew something was going to go wrong. He heard the door creak open, then James came dashing out the door. Franticly trying to get a lock on him, the hit man turned his head and started to walk. As he watched the man put on his glasses with his finger about to press the trigger, James just fell down dead.

He had the perfect fake identity. Not even a pro like James could see through it. It was the undercover cop Joel. He had his wig, a huge fake beard, and a cap on backwards. Joel had a small shopping cart beside him and was dress in clothes that looked like they were found at the dump. He was going for the homeless look. But under his jacket were two guns. He was ready to take on James. Joel had done many jobs like this before, and he knew how this one would end. There would be a small chase as the criminal darts out of his house, but then he would collide with a bullet in the leg or stomach to stop him. After that they would question him on what he did. He looked around. He could see every person who was undercover, and all of the snipers on the roof. While pushing his cart around to the back he looked at the back door, and it looked like it was open. Suddenly James came bolting out. Joel’s guns were all ready in his hands. Ready to fire, when James started to walk. Confused, Joel decided to watch for a minute. James then fell to the ground.

They had 10 men out there, and there was no way James would get through them all. The Chief looked at the cameras that were stationed. He couldn’t wait for that James to get out of there. He told his men not to kill him, for he and some of the FBI wanted to talk with him first. This was going to be his big break. Now he might even get a promotion. Or maybe even a raise. Looking at the back door, he thought that it looked like it moved a little. James then came dashing out, running for his life. All the chief could hope is that they don’t kill him when they shot. But James seemed to be acting a little odd. He looked around, and then stopped running. He pulled out his glasses and then he just fell over. At first the Chief thought that one of his men has shot him, but after asking it found out no one did. James, had just died and no one knows why.

Three men saw James die, and all meant to kill him, but none of them did. Installed into James head was a small bomb. This bomb would destroy all of the brain cells so that no one could learn what he knew. James was a hit man, and one of the best. His bomb was activated after he put on his glasses, and then he eminently fell to the groun