'Harrison' sidestepped slightly, clearly ignoring the FBI Agent's cry. "Back off," he said softly, even as his eyes flicked towards the filing cabinet. Jamie, who mirrored his moment, caught a glimpse of something shiny that had clearly been hidden behind and underneath the filing cabinet. There would have been no way to get it out without completely removing the drawer. "You make any quick moves, and I'll kill this guy. And, yes, I'm fully aware of the fact that you will probably still arrest me and I will go to jail for murder instead of theft, but you can't really make that trade, can you?" He was next to the filing cabinet, and, using the barrel of the gun, he forced Jamie to kneel. With a quick motion, the thief's hand flicked out, catching the glinting piece of jewelry, and it was back around his throat before he even had a chance to blink. The heavy sapphire medallion bounced against his collar as they slowly worked their way back to their feet.

James could tell that the agent was doing everything in her power to line up a clean shot, but the thief was careful, and there wasn't enough of a clear line of sight for her to take the risk. He was starting to hyperventilate, and his heart was pounding at a thousand beats per minute. Yet, for some reason, his thoughts were surprisingly clear. All he could think was how he was about to get shot, and the entire party would be ruined. All his hard work, gone, all the hours and hours of preparation ruined. He would never be hired by anyone, ever again. Except by that point, he would already be dead. Mr. Ingrahm would have to replace the carpet, but he would probably never get the stain of Jamie's blood out from the oriented strand board that was underneath that. He giggled faintly, interrupting the back and forth between the agent and the thief that could have come from any Hollywood film. Both of them glanced at him briefly, before returning their attention to each other. The thief was only a couple feet away from the door, and in a moment or two he would make a lunge for it. Hopefully he wouldn't get an itchy finger between then and now.

But a second later there was another cop blocking the door, gun drawn. The thief yelled in fury, and his gun left Jamie's head, pointing at the agent that was now standing between him and escape. In that instant Jamie lunged to the side, desperate to break free, just as a gun went off. He felt a blinding pain in his head, and then the world went dark.