[Darkness]

In one of the highest stories of one of Corroria's military skyscrapers, a man in an elite Corrorian soldier's armor was running through the corridors. Shouts could be heard from not far behind him, and a loud alarm was sounding through the building, and through many parts of the city. A guard appeared in front of him, and he raised the pistol he had in his hand. A swift shot placed a bullet in the small division between helmet and chest armor. The guard fell in an instant.

The man turned the corner, jumping over the body, and saw at least four more guards sprinting down the corridor at him, all shouting. How hadn't he heard them? Several of them raised weapons, and the man shot another down as he skidded to a halt and reversed back around the corner. He turned on another, trying to get to a different lift. Voices could be heard from seemingly all directions. He turned again, and saw the lift. No one was in sight... yet. He ran to it, and jammed at the button to call it furiously. Nothing happened. Trying again, with another failure, he realized the building must have been locked down. Voices shouted from the way he had come, and turning his head, he saw several guards turning the corner. The one in front raised his weapon and shot just as the man turned, and the bullet was taken in the back of his shoulder instead of his chest. Raising his own weapon, the man took down the man, and ran in the other direction. After several more turns, he found himself running down a corridor that ran along the perimeter of the building. A solid wall of glass was to his right, and beyond that, a very long fall. The next building was quite a distance past.

Another group of guards turned the corner in front of him, led by a man in a long coat he knew all to well. "Vendon! What is this?" said the man in the coat. Another group of guards came around behind him. Trapped. Several guards raised their weapons.

"Wait! Hold your fire!" said the main in the coat. "Vendon!"

Vendon, the man who seemed so keen on escape, said nothing. He glanced out the wall of glass to his right. Raising his weapon towards the glass instead of the guards, he took a single shot before running at it instead. The glass shattered, and he jumped.

He seemed suspended in air for an eternity... flying, almost... gravity began to pull him down, yet momentum carried him forward. The ground rushed up towards him, but so did the glass wall of the next building. He shot at that wall, but the glass did not completely break. With a hard collision, he broke through the glass and landed in the building, many floors below his starting point. On his back, he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, dazed. Glass had cutting into his face, and at least a few bones had to be broken. He felt none of it, as darkness consumed his vision.