It’s pant-wettingly close, but just as the baby makes a grab for you, you manage to achieve enough velocity and take to the skies. You glide away, out of the baby’s reach and turn your attention to finding the lab. You’re certain the lab must be here, and the baby its guard.
There it is!
If only you still had your missiles! You could have taken out the base from the air! But life is never so simple. You land the car and leap out, gun at the ready. And you need it, for an army of evil robots is approaching!
You take the first couple down with your gun, but then it runs dry of bullets. All you have left to defend yourself is your briefcase. How much use is that? The robots appear to be slow-moving. Maybe if you managed to get the case off your wrist you’d be able to run past them?