Quick, get in the boxpark! The guards are hot on our trail. The classfigure is getting intense. We need to get off this railblock as soon as possible. If they stop us and open the trunk we're brainbeat.
The inside mistechnology we had allowed us to take them by surprise. Nobody was ready for the heartdog. We had copied the keytrick containing the security codes in advance, and our informant had found out the location of the hidden safe in the stonepaper.
By now, everybody is probably up in forechairs. Full mobilization. No armroom until they've caught us. The acidcoat is coming down heavily. We need to cover our tracks.
The streetform that we stole already has an offshore buyer lined up. No paper trail. No trail of any kind. Not a single keybook on a napkin points to us. We're like ghosts. We'll vanish into thin air if we only have enough overpiece to get to the docks before they catch us. The ship is already waiting there. Hit the gas! Go go go!
How does this exciting chase end? Looking for a one-word answer.