[ WP ] `` So what 's the plan ? '' `` I do n't know , I never thought i 'd get this far ''

The patrols passed by at regular intervals, their orbs of light briefly affording me no place to hide. Jennifer Brown was being held captive not 50 metres away from me, and it was my duty to rescue her, however I could. I had observed the place as much as I could, and quite frankly, it was impossible. No man could sneak in without help. But this one could try. 
 
 I crossed the street as one patrol came round the corner. They were far enough that their lantern, or whatever it was, actually hid me from them. I ducked behind a pile of boxes in the alley. Immediately after the light faded from their side, I vaulted back over the boxes, and waited for a patrol to pass on the next street over. I always had had a mind for patterns and timings. 
 
 Their light passed, and I edged my way onto their street. Just the one patrol who I'd hidden from. I moved counter to their movement, a risky method, but it got me where I wanted faster. I took the next turning onto a main street, where the schematics told me there was an entrance to the sewers. 
 
 I figured that they would have as much segmentation in the sewers as possible, given the security risk they posed. I was right, it turns out, but it's always good to know. As I swept my torch back towards my way out, a glimmer caught my eye. No. It could n't be. I had to check it out. It was. A key. It might just have been some random key, but it might also be a useful one, so I'm holding on to that. 
 
 Actually, come to think of it... That grate had a keyhole. I tried it. The key unlocked it. I had access to the building. I was wandering what sort of crazy shit I would have to go through to get in. Turns out it was only literal shit. I pushed up the internal access hatch, and miracle of all miracles, the room was empty. 
 
 I was in. I was actually standing in the building which held Jennifer Brown. Not too shabby. I cracked the single door to this room open, and saw no one in the corridor. I suppose that they thought that they had enough patrols outside. I pull a mirror on a stick out of my jacket. You may laugh, but it's the best way to see around corners in a hostile building. 
 
 I come to a corner, and poke my mirror out, and see a very bored looking guard in the corridor, leaning against a wall. I decide to check the other end of the corridor before making a decision. All clear. I keep a look out for any indications as to where I could find anything useful. I listen in at every door, but never feel confident enough to open one. 
 
 Eventually, I figure out that the only place that I have n't searched is the corridor with the bored guard. He is the only person in the corridors at the moment. Possibly the only guard in the building. I take out the knife strapped to my boot, trying not to think about the sewer sludge. I round the corner, and charge him. I time my charge so that I set off just as he turns his head away from me. Told you the mirror was a good idea. 
 
 I slam him into the wall, head first, press my knife up to his throat, and clamp my hand over his mouth. `` If you make a noise, that is n't answering my questions, you're going to die here. Understood?'' I take my hand off. `` Yes.'' He manages to croak out. So I ask him where Jennifer's being held. He gives me an answer. 
 
 `` If you're lying...'' I let my empty threat trail off. I've never killed a man before, and I do n't want to start now. I punch him out. It takes considerably more effort than they show in the movies. I walk to the room he told me, and open the door. Two fully alert, and very armed guards look at me. 
 
 `` So,'' one of them begins one of them sardonically, `` what's the plan?'' 
 
 I step in, and close the door. `` I do n't know,'' I leap at the one who spoke, and slam the hilt of my knife into his solar plexus. `` I never thought I'd get this far.'' 
 
 This was going to be fun.
