Richard Conway is not the type of person that does well in a fair fight. He's the kind of person that only really functions well if he takes someone by surprise. One shot is all it takes to leave him bleeding and dying in front of a secure building.

Wait, how does he know that?

He shakes his head and looks around, finding a table. Right. Table. Gotta get up the table. Richard up and starts clambering up a table leg, hoping nobody sees him. You're doing great, guys! Keep it up! Just, uh. I'm going to need to be high up for this next part, and I haven't found my favorite pair of pants yet, he said silently in his head.