The darkness of dusk hid my silent run to the back door. With shaking hands I pulled out the keyring and selected the last intact key, carefully ignoring the scratch marks and scorches on the others. The lock clicked, felt more than heard, and I felt the warmth of freedom envelop me.

“And where do you think you’re going, Spinner?”
I moved one hand to my hip holster and turned halfway, so the shadows would hide the motion.
“I’ve had enough of this, Vault. If you want to get that fucking box, then by all means do it but you’re going to have to do it without me.”
“You seem to forget our agreement.”
“And you seem to forget that we lost everyone in the school! There’s no way we can blow into a Swiss bank any more! It’s over!”
“This isn’t the kind of job you can walk away from, Spinner.”
“So be it, then-”
I turned, fired into the darkness in the doorway, and walked away without another word. A sad jangle echoed in the silence that fell, not unlike the last breath of some unknown creature.

And that was my exit.