You pause reaching for the knob.
Two men walk into the warehouse. "So now that you're probably.... Fuck me, he got loose. I thought you said we got all his bloody knives."
"WE DID. We searched him TWICE. He had like six of the fucking things on his person."
You recognize that voice. You wait for him to look around.
"AH Fuck, he's in the vents."
"Yeah," The first one says, walking over to the wall where you pulled the grate loose. "See? He's a wiry little fucker, he can just slide all the way to-" He turns around, and sees his friend duct-taped and hanging from the ceiling spider-man style. His more immediate concern however, is the gun you took from said friend, and are now holding in his face.
He doesn't sound scared. Merely resigned. "Matthew."
"Clive. We can do this one of two ways, you can either tell me how you found me, and I let you handcuff yourself to that wall, Or I can pistol whip you and leave you in a compromising position with your partner."
"This isn't really a choi-" He's interrupted by a gun shaped piece of metal to the side of his head.
You leave the warehouse a few minutes later with a net profit of three guns, two utility knives, about 300 AU, and a nice, if slightly loose fitting suit.
>20 minutes later.
"So you aren't getting the bounty you were promised, because you failed to contain him."
"At this point, I no longer care. I'm walking away from this feud before that little fucker gives me an aneurism."
"Can't say I blame you. But tell me, do you happen to know which way my son went?"