Time me!
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"Keys."
"What?" The manager blubbers to me through his walrus mustache. I lock the door behind me an look about, taking th eroom in as fast as possible. A desk, computer, window, employee of the month plaque.
"Keys to your car. Which is it?"
Blam! I destroy the computer monitor with one shot to get his attention, and I jab the shotgun into his eye, leveling the other one to the door.
"It's the gray Crown Victoria... p-parked out back."
Nice, quick response. Certainly management material. I snatch his keys from him. Before barreling through the window I can hear the SWAT team marching through the store, customers coughing.
The Crown Vic is the only car out back. Behind me I can hear the manager screaming my escape route. I jump out the window, roll off the dumpster, and bee-line straight to my getaway car. Time to get to the office...