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You’ve got to be [i][b]KIDDING!![/b][/i]

Umbri dragged a hand down her face and flicked the blood off, eyes wide with a complete lack of control. Her escort was being [b]literally torn apart.[/b] Fuck, she [i]needed him.[/i] That cyberpsycho was her best bet of survival, even though immediate survival looked more like legging it right.[b] Now. [/b] Her instincts, which had snatched her by the hair and ripped her against the concrete the entire night, wanted that. She'd already fought her battle and won her prize. This wasn't her business anymore. What would be good for her an hour, a day, a week from now was a blip. Lockdown hadn’t seen her. She was halfway gone.

Dammit.

Dammit.

He was so helpless.

In a situation entirely of his own making, but helpless and dying and probably afraid if he hadn’t already shut off that part of his brain with all the wires clogging his humanity up. Helpless. Dying. Afraid. The voice that pushed her to run was getting quieter, until all that was left was...

Umbri didn’t see this part of herself as anything to value. A hand lowered down to raise others did nothing to lift yourself. And she [i]had [/i]to keep climbing. Climb like hellfire was coming after her. She tossed the fire extinguisher aside and pulled something from her pocket that flashed.

[b]BANG.[/b]

Red, smoky ribbons spiralled off the barrel of her gun, raised to the sky. She stood in the open. Unlike her gun, her head was down. Her immediate, terrible regret was shadowed by the bangs of her wig. She offered her hand down and was dragged to Hell for it.