Suddenly, he spotted vehicles blocking his path. The FBI and mafia were closing in. In desperation, he looked for an escape and saw a waterfall nearby. Gritting his teeth, he leaped into the water, letting it carry him downstream.
The mafia and feds shouted in frustration as they chased after him, but the water masked his movements. He was swept into a dark cave beneath the waterfall, dragging himself across the rocky floor, pain shooting through his body.
As he reached a stone half the size of a boulder, he stared up at the sky, contemplating his fate. *I guess I had a nice run,* he thought bitterly. But the barking of dogs and the shouts of men echoed closer, and he knew he had to make a choice.