You turn around to face the men. Their hearts are pumping fast due to the chase you have just put them through: climbing stairs, running down hallways, jumping machinery, scaling brick walls. They apparently need to work out more. You are surprised they are so out of shape.

“Why you breathing so hard?” you ask the biggest one. “That Glock you’re holding can’t be that heavy.”

“You have ten seconds to give me the key,” said the biggest one. He took two steps forward, his right hand holding a pistol, his left hand reaching out to receive the key. “Give it to me, or die.”

“I don’t have it. So, I guess I’ll have to die.”

A gust of wind began blowing from behind them so hard it caused the five men to lose their balance. The biggest one fell to his knees, dropping his weapon. The remaining four gunmen were shielding themselves from the force of the wind when they saw a helicopter appear above them. The blades of the helicopter were forcing them to stay prostrate on the roof of the building.