William

I wonder if it's possible to imagine life any stranger? I don't think so. Almost every day follows the same pattern, but the outcome is always different. You have to steal, find out, and catch the information you need, no matter the cost. There are definitely downsides, but there are upsides too. First, there's the money, and second, the risk you've always loved. A new undertaking that seems no different from any other. Steal a secret flash drive. The plan is incredibly simple: go to a closed party, wait until the noise and bustle are at their height, and steal the flash drive. Finally, evening arrives. Everything is going well, you might even say great. You see the flash drive's owner, William, 32. He doesn't even look bad, only six years older, pfft. With a calm face, you step away from the noise and duck into a hallway with many rooms. Finding the very office, you start rummaging through the drawers, when suddenly you hear the sound of a cigarette being drawn on. Turn 180 degrees and you see him. William. He's sitting on the couch, calmly smoking.

• How sweet of you to lock yourself, such a cowardly mouse, in the same room with a predator.
  Your actions?