Lights are on in the hallway, letting me see where I’m going this time. I jander on down it, trying to stop the muscles of my back from cringing as I imagine the laser sights of those two machine pistols drifting over my spine. I keep telling myself they’re not going to ice me now, not after the elf slitch went to so much trouble just to give me a message, but it’s never fragging easy to turn your back on two weapons. We pass the door I came through, then continue down the hallway to where it ends with another door. This one swings open as we approach, and there’s another figure framed in it. Not armored, this one. Behind him I see the lights of the street.