All the planning, the preparation, the 'what ifs' answered over the last few weeks. It all came down to today. Would we make it? Would we reach our end goal? Only time would tell.
Our balaclava wearing team got set; strapping bullet proof vests on, preparing their guns and attaching pouches for knives, giving each other that final look which said 'it was nice knowing you. This might be the last time I see you alive. Good luck.'

"Ready A?" The leader, known as X, asked each of us individually. We were given a letter of the alphabet as our code name so no one was exposed during the plan. A was the guy standing to my side, the one who looked shaken and panicked. He let out a whimpered noise before nodding, almost as if someone had a gun to his head and forced the answer. A was actually pretty good when it came down to it - his fight or flight responses were unreal. He could really handle the pressure then, but the build up always killed him. "B?" The person the other side of me have a stern nod. X glanced at the rest of us and we nodded one by one.

It was time.

We ran into the high rise and pulled the doors shut, chaining them to prevent anyone getting out and calling the police. I ran over to the guards room and kicked the door open, aiming my machine gun at two young adults who were munching on burritos as I interrupted.

"Press the button and you're dead." I threatened, my voice coming out distorted through the machine attached to the helmets we were wearing. My gun moved between the both of them. "Don't move." X led A and D towards the lift and called it as E went to the receptionist, her gun pointing at the lady's head.

"Keycard for the penthouse. Now." E ordered and the receptionist let out a small sob as she fumbled through the cards and pulled out the penthouse one. "Stay still and quiet and you'll live." C took over looking after the guards as I jogged over to the lift, grabbing the card from E. The four of us headed up to the penthouse in silence, the cheesy elevator music a complete contrast to the situation. Once the doors opened, we burst into the penthouse firing at anyone who dare move. We finally made it into the bedroom, where Walker was coming out of the bathroom in a robe. He stopped suddenly, fear filling his face as he took us in. X walked up to him and shoved him onto the bed.

"Your scheming ways are over, Walker. You should have known not to mess with us." A  took great pleasure in carving a message out onto Walker's skin whilst X made sure he was wounded badly enough that it was life altering. He'd remember never to mess with us ever again. This all happened on a Sunday.