You grab the case of Diet Mountain Dew and head up to the front.
You pay and exit the store. The sun forces you to squint as you
stagger into the parking lot. After two steps you're struck by a
car. Hard. You fly back. When you open your eyes, you're
surrounded by a group of people. In the distance you can hear an
ambulance approaching. You reach for your head and feel crusted
blood. The police start asking you questions, but you insist
that you need to get home for a raid. Where is your soda? Where
can it be? You force your way out of the circle only to find it
open. Twelve cans, leaking and smashed, rest around the parking
lot. You manage to collect two cans with only minor damage.
That's enough. While stuffing them in your pocket, you check
your watch. Fifteen minutes. You can sign on in time if you
hurry home now. Without telling the police or the ambulance
crew, you start running home. Though the cans swing and slow you
down, you manage to out maneuver the police. At home, you swing
the door open and run