The bullets are spraying from my guns as I race after the fleet figure. We run up the stairs stacked up in the tower. I can't get any closer, but he can't get away. The concrete walls are splashed thick with graffiti, painted layer after layer. A parking garage, we're climbing the stairs in a parking garage. I fire through the rails, but can't get a clean shot. Finally, he bursts through the metal door on the sixth floor and runs out into the parked cars. The light is grim and blue, harsh fluorescence. I run. Flashing lights are suddenly everywhere, and deep voices are shouting at me. Throw down my weapons. The man slows, stops, and turns. I raise my gun to his forehead. I'm surrounded now, a hundred guns trained on my head and chest. My quarry raises his unblinking eyes. I laugh, and time slows as I pull the trigger. The bullet opens a small red hole in his head. I don't watch to see the spray of blood and brain, instead I turn, and place my gun in my mouth. The lights glint off the metal. I pull the trigger. *click*. The police unload, and I feel every hot knife stabbing into me.
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