WE ALL MAKE MISTAKES

1). PILOT

"Number one, clear." I said in a hushed voice into the walkie talkie.

"Number two, clear." Clark Hassenberg spoke into his walkie talkie.

"Number three, clear." Emma Davis said.

"Number four, clear." Logan Sawyers informed us. 

"Close in." I said back to all of them as I sneaked up closer to the enemy target.

I held my breath as I stealthily peaked behind a wall. My walkie talkie clutched tightly into my hands. A man dressed in all black with a gun in one hand and a bag of white powder, presumably cocaine, in another was running down the hallway. I knew I was this close to the guy. If only I could jump at him from behind and whack him with the walkie talkie I was holding. I kept my eyes tight on him when suddenly he glanced sideways and start running towards the opposite

"He's heading your way, Logan." I informed him through the walkie talkie. 

"Got it." He replied instantly. Then came the big part. I stood, leaning against the wall through which I intended to hide myself. The wall felt cooler against my back. I glanced at my watch. 30 seconds. Only 30 seconds. The other two must have done it by now. My signal would come up any second. I bit my lower lip again and again, my walkie talkie clutched tightly in my hands.

  "It's on. That's your cue, April!" Emma's voice rang in my ears and without sparing any single second, I took flight towards the right. My boots made loud thud noises but I didn't care. Emma and Clark were there to help me. I bolt in front of the steel door. Letting out a breath, I crouched low so that I could come up to the level of where I had to place my so-called password.

"Password?" I asked steadily.

"509375."  Came Emma's response. Clever girl, I thought, smiling to myself. As soon as the correct set of digits were placed the steel door slid open, presenting itself for me.  "Anything I should worry about?" I asked.

"Yeah, about your size!" Said Clark.

I rolled my eyes. How can this arrogant guy plan a joke on me in this situation? I was about to say something when Emma's voice rang again. "You got 20 seconds, bud. Clear your way quickly!"

I shoved myself in. All I could see were boxes packed and stuffed everywhere. Finally I found the tons of cocaine the gang had been smuggling all these years. I can't wait to see the look on Mitchell's face when he sees this. He'd be so happy. I got inside deeper until I came to a peculiar box. Removing it I saw another set of code words patched neatly on the wall.   "Again ?" I asked.

  "The reverse of the previous one. 573905!"  Emma instructed. "And 10 seconds to go."

Without wasting another minute I shot out the numbers. If I had wasted those 10 seconds, the main door would slide close and the room would fill with some kind of poisonous gas. Anyone who tries to steal it will be killed within seconds. What a plan! The reverse numbers were to jam the door. The authorities of the smugglers had installed it for themselves. Great move!

"All done!" I said, once I was sure the door was jammed. Now my team could easily move in and out.

"There's another guy here. I need backup." Logan informed all of us, out of breath.
 
"Coming for backup. Emma, Clark. Close in some more." I informed all of them simply as I started running towards where Logan was.

    I turned a corner and saw a guy take a punch at Logan, but he was too inexperienced as he was able to simply dodge it and knee him in the stomach.  Another guy kicked him on the side, causing him to fall to the ground. I felt a rush of fury watching my teammate getting hurt. The guy I saw earlier, who had the bag of white powder, started to pull his gun out of his pocket.  Before he could even aim it at Logan, I was already there before he could even aim it at him. He was caught off guard when I suddenly jumped upon him. I grabbed him around the neck. tackling him to the ground.  No, I am not heavy.  I just know how to take them down.