He was going to have his ass beat for this. Running down the hall that was the only thought going through his mind at that moment. All the dam guy had to do was die, but no. he just had to pick up his brief case right when David threw his knife. Seriously, what kind of luck was that? David had been resorted to actually  getting out of the vents and stabbing the man, but not before the bastard tripped a silent alarm. Of course that wasn't his worry at the moment.<br/><br/>Twisting around a corner down another hallway, David cringed abit when he heard the explosino from the office. "Shit, knew that paper was gonna burn to fast." He groaned before tucking his head down and pushing himself into a dead sprint. He had been forced to make an improvised bomb from a mixture of cleaning supplies and a few nasty chemicals he kept on him at all times. Though since he hadn't been prepairing to make a bomb, the only thing he had for fuses were the papers in the man's breifcase. Which had apprently not been enough as the whole floor was now being rapidly consumed by the improvised napalm he had made. All the same David could see his destination up ahead, even if it wasn't a pretty one.<br/><br/>Looking at the window, David just put his arms up, tucked his hand low and smashed his way threw it. Feeling the glass give way, he waited no more then a second before looking down at the three stories he was falling. though before he could decend to much he reached out grabbing a flag pole on his way down, grunting in pain as he did. "This sucks." he growled to himself as he quickly reached over to take hold of the ledge of another window before he started climbing down.<br/><br/>If he didn't have a toned body he didn't think he'd be alive right now, but then you couldn't really be one of the best assassins out there and not be in dam good shape. When he finally managed to touch the ground, David looked up at the burning building before simply turning in the opposite direction of the sirens in the background and walked away. Halfway home though he remembered something more annoying then anything else that night.<br/><br/>"FUCK! I used my english paper for that fuse!" He knew those notes he had gotten from his trench coat pocket looked familer.