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logogen 16:04:29::17:08:2004 --

[Power - 2]
The sun sets. My reflection is still there, still staring. Still trapped in the smoked glass.

I wish I could be there, now, instead of where I am. He floats in a pleasant nothingness. I stand in a dark room, in a dark building, without light or power. I'm high above the ground. It'll take me a long time to get back down there, without a lift. At least; it'll take me a long time to get down there and still be walking at the end of it. I've already considered the alternative. I'm not sure whether the pros outweigh the cons, as of yet.

There is an advantage to my height, to the fact that I am in a building where every door had been locked electronically, everything regulated by the constant flow of electricity. It's slowing down the people who have been sent to find me, giving me time to avoid them. Scant seconds more, but still time.

The only problem is, I don't quite know how I'm going to evade them.

They are heavily armed; I have a single pistol, and three bullets left in it.

They are clad securely in sleek armour; I have a ripped coat.

They have things I can only begin to imagine plugged in to their bodies; I have a bomb in my head.

They are faster, stronger, and smarter than I am. They are better trained. Hell. They're trained.

They have many, many doors to get through before they get to me. They have high explosives and laser cutters.

I have many, many doors to get through to escape. I have no high explosives apart from what is inside my skull.

I am in a locked room, midway up the building. They're coming from the top, and from the bottom. I'm trapped; I'm surrounded. I'm outgunned, outmanned, outmaneuvered. This is where I say that I like these odds. If I did, I'd be lying.

The only thing I've got going for me is the thing sitting next to the bomb in my head. I cock the gun, and thumb off the safety. I'm sure the SecTeam will have been told, very carefully, to avoid shooting me in the head.

I hold the gun against my temple, and wait for them to cut through the door.

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