Three common burglars who are in way over their heads. No escape route, no getaway car, and no plan in case we showed up. We being the Squire and I.

When it come to the common criminal, I've been taught to take Flight Hysteria into consideration. The inabillity to think out the next move. You panic and inevitably slip up.

If Bruce taught me anything, it's that you have to have a game plan. For everything. Even for death. With great preparation and a little luck you can avoid it. The bullets with your name on them...the knives with your reflection in the steel...or the garrote that squeezes against your windpipe. Yeah, great care and a little luck.