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You toss your satchel and the SMG through the door, and begin to swing backwards and forwards on the cable to gain as much momentum as much as possible. Suddenly, the elevator roars into life once more, and begins to descend, the cable moving beneath your grip. You have no choice but to hurl yourself forward, landing hard, half in and half out of the doorway, knocking the air out of your lungs.
Somehow you manage to drag yourself out of the elevator shaft before there's a 'PING!' sound and the door closes behind you.
You lie there, stunned, on a carpeted floor, eyes closed, pondering on everything that's happened since you woke up in that clearing. Tripping over a monkey corpse. Bartering with Ludacris. Meeting Maya. Bartering at the PWN SHOP. Meeting Mr Shawn. Being attacked by Robert and Pete in your hotel room. Buying a trenchcoat of invisibility. Meeting Caroline. Confronting Mr Shawn and Mr Gregory in Il Centro. Going to a party with Caroline. Getting Fite!, the magic flying horse. Spending the night with Caroline. Waking up to find your guns gone, her flatmate dead, and his laptop wired to explode. Barely making it out of her flat before it blew. Meeting Robert for coffee, and his subsequent assassination. Getting into the Facility. Professor Winter. Fighting Andre Junior KHan. Getting slapped round the face by Agent 'Katya' KHan. The rat. And so on. And so forth. What does it all mean?
"I'm living on a Chinese Rock
All my best things are in hock..."
You're not sure where you know this song from, but as you lie there, eyes closed, humming it, it seems to bring you a modicum of peace. |
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