VI felt the host begin to tire. "You're turn VI."

"Good night Tanaka. I'll see you in the morning." She waited until Tanaka was asleep resting comfortably against the window. Her muscles went slack. At this time VI activated the connection and preformed a manual dexterity test. After a triple back flip Vi was assured the connection was solid. Her body needed nourishment. She grabbed a ration bar from the left front pocket. Vi looked around and headed to the elevator. 

Opening the door she kicked a piece of rubble into the shaft and listened as it made its way to the bottom. Seven stories. She waited and listened. Nothing moved or made a sound. Vi used the sleeves of the coat to cover her hands and leaped onto the cable. She started to descend. It was hard to ambush someone here as opposed to the stairs. 

At the bottom she looked down through the emergency hatch on the top of the elevator. There was a still silence that greeted her. Gripping the edge of the opening she dropped slowly to the floor. The lobby was dark but she could still see. The path to the front door was clear. Not that VI would ever use it. Besides her prey was deeper. 

Leaving the elevator she turned left to the stair well as shown on the fire exit map she'd seen before. The fire axe was taken from the hall emergency locker. Making a note of it VI moved to the stair well door. Opening it slowly to see it was even darker here. The stairs went up and down to the sub levels for utilities. They would be there. 

VI moved into the dark after letting her eyes adjust. Her soft sneakers allowed for a quiet descent. The smell was something VI would of preferred to avoid. One thing about being interfaced like this that became unpleasant to the program. Mainly because as advance as she was the smell still invoked a physical response from her stomach region. The area was no different then the rest of the city. It was covered in soot and trash. The smell was from various things the A.I. didn't care to identify. The stairs descended only one floor. The door was already broken. 

A good sign, VI ran the probability. There was an increase as the foot prints in the soot were recent. Vi crouched trying to determine the type of person. No one in this region would wear high heels so determining the type of person this was by the imprint became a game to her. She saw the imprint was left by a size ten in mens but the depth of the tread was light implying only about thirty six kilograms. They were either female or very starved. They way the boots dragged suggested that the foot was smaller then the boot. Analysis was inconclusive. The need for fresh spinal fluid was becoming critical.