Scraping Together a Plan

Agent Funny Face leaped from behind his crate. He leveled his gun and began firing only to hear an abnormal "CLICK!" ring out. Pulled the trigger twice more, "CLICK! CLICK!" There was a pause in the firing as all the gangsters stared at him. Suddenly one of them shouted, "It's Funny Face! Kill him!"

Funny Face smiled sheepishly, waved and then took off running. Ducking and dodging the bullets he leaped crawled over and behind crates. Gangsters flooded into the catwalks of the deserted warehouse and began shooting down at him. Suddenly spotting a door he made for it. Too many bullets flying his direction for comfort. Leaping through the door he found himself in an alley way. Sprinting to a garbage can he leaped in and pulled the lid shut. He heard some gangsters go racing past. Peeking from his hiding spot he didn't see anyone. He quickly removed his glasses-and-nose disguise and climbed out. Suddenly three criminals came sprinting out. One had a walkie-talkie and was shouting orders.

"Ok we have the decoy back amazingly but no agent yet. Tell everyone to search for a man wearing a funny pair of glasses with a fake looking nose. Tall, dark hair, and floppy hat. But mainly look for the glasses. Stupid idiot stands out in a crowd but thankfully that helps us out quite a bit!"

AFF was quite appalled at being called an idiot but like a professional agent he kept his calm. He came staggering back screaming, "He's too good! Can't keep up! Slaughtering us!"

The gangster raced up and grabbed him by his shirt collar hefting Agent Funny Face in the air. "You'll get that agent if I have to kill you in the process!"

"Well actually I wouldn't get the agent if you killed me in the process because I would be dead."

"I don't take that kind of talk from the likes of scum like you," the gangster snarled and was interrupted by a call for someone to provide back-up. The brute dropped Funny Face in the mud but not before AFF had picked the radio from its holster. Now he could listen in to their plans and react accordingly. He turned the radio off momentarily until the alley would be clear. Suddenly the lead gangster turned back to holler, "I'll be coming for you after I get that agent!"

Funny Face watched them disappear and then hurried off to go find the gang headquarters. He produced his trusty dart gun. It had a hypertension spring which could silently shoot one of his various types of darts about 15 yards. Plus he had a whole variety of darts to choose from. Stun darts to tracking darts. Maybe he could make some breakthroughs in spite of the ambush.