Looking at the three men that just entered the bar you get a weird feeling like something slimy crawling down your spine. The tallest of the three men looks over at you and smiles. You turn to scan the room real quick. The bartender asks a question to the three men you're just to busy to want to hear. There were two exits. One was way in the back past the restrooms and the other was just a hop over the bar.
You take the bar. Leaping over it from just a short sprint you roll right through the swinging door that leads to the kitchen. You hear the bartender scream "what the HELL!" Standing quickly you run past an old lady cutting potatoes. She screams seeing you. You reach up into the knife rack up on the wall and grab a blade. "Run!" The voice in your head screams again. You as you hit the back door you swing around to see the three agents burst through the door.
"Fuck me," you think to yourself as you run out the door into the muck filled alley. You turn left running and turning over trashcans as you try and get away. A quick look behind you and see them catching up to you. They take leaps over the trash that Olympic hurdlers would be proud of. You feel the weight of your gun in your jacket hitting against your side as you run. You can't bring yourself to draw it till you know who the hell you're shooting at. You scan the alley looking for an exit.
Then you see one.
Placing the knife in your mouth and you leap up and grab a fire escape ladder and pull it down to you. "I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die." You keep thinking to yourself. You thrust yourself up the fire escape as quickly as possible.
You hear the spring loaded ladder clang back down to the ground as one of the agents grabs it.
Getting to the top you look down and see them closing in on you. "Miss you are only making this harder on yourself," you hear one of the men chasing you yell.
You run to the ledge. "Fuck!" you scream as the word fuck turns into a kind roar.. You could never make that jump. Then the same voice in your head tells you, "You can."
Feeling the weight again of your gun at your side you have a choice to make.
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