[ WP ] You live in a city ruled by a drug lord who has control over the corrupt police . The police are sent to your house to eliminate you .

`` Wake up, Mike.'' 
 
 Her face was as kind and compassionate as it had been the last time Mike had seen it, nearly six months ago. Her features, short cut brown-reddish hair in a cute pixie cut and friendly, twinkling green eyes framed with a soft smile. 
 
 `` Anna,'' Mike whispered, `` I'm sorry.'' 
 Anna smiled consolingly at Mike, she pointed behind him, he turned to see he was in a white room. Or what looked like a room, there were no walls per se, just endless whiteness that had an odd pearlescent quality. 
 Anna was pointing at a simple wooden door with a stained glass window of a rainbow lorikeet. 
 
 `` Wake up.'' 
 
 Mike put a foot closer to the door, and turned the handle... 
 
 He sat bolt upright in his bed, sweat shining off his tautly muscled chest. He ran a hand over his short cut hair and looked around his room groggily. 
 He heard a faint beeping and looked over to his desk, a small blue light was flashing on the secure console. That was n't good. 
 He launched out of bed, instantly focusing. Ignoring the cold from the stormy weather outside, he opened the console and watched it flicker to life. 
 
 `` Attempting connection.'' A female robotic voice chimed, `` verification required.'' 
 Mike flipped through his stolen intelligence dossiers and picked out the code he would use from one of the police officers. 
 `` Alpha-niner-bravo-six-zero.'' He said to the computer, 
 The computer screen went dark briefly before lighting back up. 
 `` Welcome, Constable Andrew Jackson.'' 
 Mike waited, and then a talk interface appeared, the person on the other side was blacked out, like in some corny spy movie. 
 `` Michael Langston,'' the person said, the voice was heavily distorted. 
 `` Who are you?'' Mike demanded, `` how did you get this channel?'' 
 `` Thats not important,'' the distorted voice replied, `` there isnt time listen - in one minute a full squadron will be storming your apartment.'' 
 Michael breathed deeply, that would only just be enough time. 
 `` Im sending you coordinates for a rendevous,'' the voice said, mike felt his wrist watch bleep. They had been beamed directly to him. 
 Mike shut the console down, and reached into the drawer of the desk. He threw a shirt over his head and picked up an assault rifle next to the desk, he pulled back the working parts and heard the rounds chamber. He reached back into the desk and placed an explosive on the console, he picked up the trigger and put it around his neck. 
 He bought his weapon into his shoulder and used his non trigger hand to open his bedroom door - he stepped out quickly and cleared the room. 
 The watch on his left hand beeped again - the message said'12 seconds.' 
 Mike ran to the kitchen, crouched behind the bench and produced two grenades from under the sink and put earmuffs on. 
 No sooner - he felt the deafened thumps against his muffled ears he closed his eyes as the stun grenades flashed into the small dwelling. 
 He could vaguely hear yelling, 
 Mike opened his eyes and threw a grenade over the kitchen counter, he heard yelling and then a moment later the walls shook and dust rained allover the apartment. 
 Mike released another grenade, a stun grenade and waited untill he heard the muffled bang and then stood up. 
 He raised his rifle and focused his sights on a staggering assaultman, he squeezed the trigger and released three quick rounds. Crumpling him. 
 He turned left, and saw another trying to find his way outside, he shot four times. Spattering blood against the wall. 
 He three the ear muffs off and began moving to the door, stepping over bodies he peered around carefully into the hallway. 
 He wouldnt have much time. 
 He began running for the fire escape and up the cold stone stairs, he needed to make the roof. 
 Below him, he could hear yelling and boots rushing up stairs. He ran harder untill he barged through the door and into the cold, wet night. 
 He didnt take time to admire the view of the city, he ran for the ledge and found his emergency bag hidden behind a chimney. He pulled on the emergency set of boots and pat the bag over his shoulder and then the next. 
 `` FREEZE!'' 
 The order came from behind him as flashlights illuminated him. 
 He put his hands up, 
 `` ON YOUR KNEES - NOW.'' 
 He complied and knelt on the wet ground. 
 He heard boots rushing and then felt breathing behind him. Judging by the sound of the boots, the man was right handed. 
 He knew there were at least two others. 
 Now. 
 He grabbed his assailants weapon and tugged, flipping onto his back he kicked out the mans knees and elbowed him in the face. 
 Mike rolled away and took cover behind some exhaust fans. 
 He reached to his neck and pressed the button. 
 A huge boom echoed across the streets and city, glass showered from his apartment and the night was alight with flames. 
 He stood up, and bought his rifle into focus on the other two police. He fired. Six shots in succession, three at each. He dumped his rifle, and ran to the edge again and looked up. 
 The flying fox. 
 He pulled down on the handle hanging from the cable and found the straps which he wrapped under his arm pits. 
 Then he kicked off the side of the building and felt the cold night air and rain patter his face. His heart rushed as he flew across to the other side of the street and landed on the opposite rooftop. 
 He looked at the chaos behind him. 
 He had gotten careless, and he had nearly been caught - but only sheer luck. 
 He looked at the GPS on his watch. 
 He was n't our of the game yet. He could still complete his mission, he owed her that much.
