“Master Key Meltdown”
Jack spat. “Master key? Lady, your plan’s dumber than a screen door on a submarine.” He lunged behind a toppled pretzel cart as bullets shredded the spot where he’d stood. His earpiece crackled. “Jack!” yelled his tech guru, Zane. “That key’s a nano-drive hacking EVERY bank vault in the city!”
“Fantastic,” Jack growled, spotting a maintenance ladder. “Tell me something useful.”
“Override code’s 7392—but you gotta input it before midnight!”
Jack glanced at his water-resistant watch: 11:58 PM. “Cutting it close, huh?” He kicked open a fire exit, only to face Kara aiming a shotgun. “End of the road, американский идиот.”