Jeremie tore through the warehouse, his goal, a small computer chip, in his pocket. He was wearing a fully concealing. Ninja-like, outfit, and dark shades to hide his identity.
Behind him ran the assassin, hired by X.A.N.A, wearing similar garb as Jeremie, though without the shades, as they had been knocked off.
As he ran he heard only silence, both of their footsteps were silently undetectable, giving him no idea of how close his pursuer was.
He raced down a hallway, and skidded to a halt at the dead-end.
He whipped around, to find the assassin right behind him, pointing a gun at him.
"End of the line," the assassin said.
Jeremie froze one hand in his pocket, the other slightly shielding his face. He realized that their wasn't any way out of this now. He realized that this whole thing felt like some kinda sick irony, that he would be taken out by a hired assassin. He realized that this was the end of the line.
Then… he realized something else.
.
There were only two more sounds in the abandoned warehouse that night.
The quiet clatter as he knocked his shades to the floor, and then the sound of the assassin's weapon… falling to the floor.
The assassin bolted from the warehouse.
Jeremie made his way back to the factory, triumphant but quiet.
He had a lot to think about