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You slide the envelope into your shirt for safe keeping and you leave the room. You cautiously peer down both sides of the hall and you jump when you see Nicholas Cage gripping the ceiling like a small primate. "Ahh!" you quietly shriek, and Nick hops down from his precarious perch. "Find anything interesting?" He somewhat menacingly questions. "Noooo," you reply, "You?" "Nope. Let's get going; This way!" he excitedly exclaims as he tiptoes his way down the left hallway, further away from your arrival destination. You remember that //you// have the map and conveniently slipped a switchblade into your pocket before the two of you set off, and so an idea pops into your head: Kill Nick. You perpetually chant this subconsciously, over and over and over again; "Kill Nick. Kill Nick. Kill Nick!" your thoughts tell you, when enlightenment shuts up your blood lust by saying "He's nuts. He'll just die on his own. Why get your own hands dirty?" And with that, you go the other way. You come across the storage room where you first entered and decide to check if the DeLorean is still parked against the hull of the French freighter. Yep, now let's go. You continue going down the same way you were earlier when you hear the guards from before, and you quickly cover yourself underneath a large beige tarp before the can navigate around the intersection. You pull out your blade and make a small incision in the sheet to keep an eye on your potential executioners when you notice a major discrepancy that you can't believe you missed the first time: their guns. The guards have guns; not just regular guns, but 21st century hardware used by active soldiers. This is, what, the late 1800s at best? Unfortunately, you forgot that you were hiding and whisper to yourself "What the f***?" The guards heard you, and you make no attempt at running; you're outnumbered, outgunned, and out of luck-- or so you think. As soon as the guards reach for your tarp, your buddy Nicholas pops in, vaporizes the guards with what appears to be a screwdriver, and uncovers you himself. "Oh, God. Thanks! I owe you one, really," you tell your cuckoo companion. "You should have thought about that before trying to do this alone," he warns you as he bends down to take a gun from the guard's ashes. He holds it to your head and whispers "//No one crosses Nicholas Cage.//"

BANG.