Well, the life of a mercenary is certainly never boring. People will pay to have someone else do anything, from assassinating a foreign prince to rescuing a puppy from a tree. A lot of the time, these people tend to contact you through discrete means, leaving you unaware of the identity of the one paying you (although this doesn't normally happen in the case of rescuing a puppy... except for that one time...) . Because of this, you didn't really worry to much when your latest employer would contact you through a series of second hand letter deliveries and anonymous telephone calls and even one well hidden note at the bottom of a box of pizza. Whoever this person was, they really knew how to remain unknown. But the payment was good and the job seemed simple enough. Steal a supply of weapons and containers before they are transported to a new location. You have been given the location of the warehouse these weapons can be found and the optimum time to go to steal them, all you need to do is do the dirty work.
You arrived in the evening, just before nightfall. The sun was slowly setting over the horizon, causing the landscape to darken. You had already found your way into the warehouse the goods were at now you just had to carry out the rest of your plan. It was a very detailed plan: get into the warehouse, steal weapons, get out, go get chimichangas - you were quite impressed with how well you thought it all out. You still had the napkin you drew this plan on.
The warehouse was patrolled by guards, all of which were armed. And there was a security surveillance system operating, as cameras watched the hallways, however you were confident you had so far remained undetected. You had your eyes on one of the weapons crates up ahead, although there was a guard standing by, chewing some gum as he looked around. You could sneak around, think things over, start planning about how you could get the crates out undetected or at least fast enough so they couldn't catch you... or you could do this the fun way.