The panic was my brain's only choice."Get a grip!" I nearly shouted to myself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I said out loud, "Panicking is...n't helping anything. Calm down and take care of business."The panic faded and I opened my eyes. I was only a few feet from the front door, so I took aim and threw the rock at the window pane in the front door with all my might. As I had hoped, the rock punched right through the glass. Inside I could hear a smoke detector's high pitched wail. I. I slap at my face. Quickly, my face has gone from tiny numbness to nearly full out numbness. I crack my face once more, hard enough to leave a red mark. With the interior lights switched on, I see the red mark when I look in the rear view mirror. My face is beginning to feel stupid, similar to the aftermath of my one and only dental visit. I am not feeling drunk, but I do feel buzzed. Finally. The music is cranked again and the bass beat is thumping. I chuckle to myself. Starting to feel a. He estimated that there had to be close to $100,000 dollars in there, the way it was jammed full. We found out that this was the office of Mr. McMichael's personal assistant, James Boniface. We didn't want to stay too long and get caught, so we left, knowing at least one of the people we needed to follow up on.We had nothing else specifically scheduled for this night, so we headed back to the apartment complex. While on the way, I slipped into my disguise. Martha dropped us off, and we ran. What had happened to it. I stumbled back inside the house. He had guessed I might try to escape and taken the car away. I could still escape. I could buy a train or plane ticket. The only problem was he would find out where I went. I decided to go to my sister. She was abroad and I could move on after a day or two with her.I went online to book the ticket. When I entered my credit card details the transaction was rejected. I tried again and it was rejected again. I then tried my debit card..