"God dammit," Jim muttered through tightly clenched teeth. His back was pressed against the brick wall of the narrow alley he was in: thank God for Amsterdam's ancient city planning. He glanced around the side of the garbage container he had thrown himself behind skittishly, his arm still tightly wrapped around the neck of to the museum guard he had taken as his human shield. He took a sharp breath of the cold night air and pricked up his ears. He could hear sirens and shouts in the distance, and they only added to his already skyrocketing stress levels. This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Not at all.
The last few minutes kept replaying in his head, but he tried to force them out. He couldn't dwell on that right now, as exhausted and gutted as he might be. He needed to focus on getting out of this alive. It was only then that he started to realise the man he was holding onto so tightly hadn't moved at all in over a minute. He glanced down at his face, and felt his heart sink at the sickly purple colour. Gods, had he... Was he dead?! Jim let go of him with a soft cry, and pushed the man's body off of him. He stared at his chest in shock. He wasn't breathing. He had killed him. He had fucked everything up, and now as the cherry on top, he had killed a man. What an absolute shit show.
He grabbed two fist-fulls of his dirty blond hair and wanted to scream, but he couldn't give himself away. So instead he banged his forehead against the brick wall and slammed his fist into the rough stone over and over until his knuckles were bloodied. After a couple of moments he let out a trembling sigh, cradling his bleeding hand in his lap.
"Come on, Jimmy," he muttered to himself, breathing heavily. "Get out of here." He slowly turned his head and looked at the dead body beside him. He briefly closed his eyes as he cursed under his breath, and then forced himself to stand up. He grabbed the man's shoulders and started dragging him out of the alley, towards one of Amsterdam's many canals. Luckily this one wasn't as crowded: he couldn't see anybody in the dim moonlight. For lack of a better option he hurriedly pulled the guard out of the shadows and shoved him over the edge, watching the body drop into the water with an agonisingly loud splash.