001 - MISSION POSSIBLE
Third door on the next corner. Punch in the numerical combination and the lock was opened, giving way to reveal a set of stairs leading nowhere else but down below. He did not hesitate to run forward and down the steps, three per half a second.
He knew he was successful in retrieving the data he wanted and all he needed to do was destroy the rest. Planting bombs as soon as he had finished his primary task and now, he is running out of the facility and out of the soon-to-be burning hell hole. Not a mark or dirt on his darker than black suit and his eyes scanned the area through dark tinted glasses as he nearly flew down the staircase towards the exit. Unruly raven hair ruffled as he ran and was once swept back by a leather gloved hand. Not a sweat present on his face nor neck.
A kick on the door by the last couple of stairs and he arrived at his target floor. At the same time, the first set of explosives he planted went off. The ground shook and alarms went off. Soon everyone was screaming, panicking, and so was the male's signal to hurry out. He immediately took off and broke through a couple of guards using well hidden gun on his holster. Keeping In mind of the time he only had left until the entire building erupted in flames, he ran as fast a s he could, dodging few people as possible, and finally bolted out of the back door and into the wilderness without being seen.
Fresh air hit him as he immediately get away and out of the restricted area to where he parked his escape vehicle, his motorcycle, mounting it as he impassively watched the facility fall down upon the ground, fire engulfing whatever it was left of the building. It was like watching a huge bonfire in the middle of the forest from the high ground. All that was left are a mug of hot chocolate, marshmallows on a stick and some crappy scouts music. It was satisfying to see his work all well executed and, as promised, he contacted his employer as soon as he is done playing.
"I've taken the evidence that are necessary and possibly more. Now, get those herbivores off their high chairs and shut their mouths forever."
Mission. Complete.