Chase fired both weapons. The Uzi fired blindly, his arm jerking uncontrollably from the recoil. But Victor ducked. The unknown man took a round in the chest from the pistol linked to Chase's brain, and staggered back against the glass. Behind him, seen dimly through that darkened glass, Chase made out a running figure, his arms rising above him. The elf mage. Chase fired at him through the glass. The heavy rounds pierced the glass, creating a huge spiderweb of cracks that filled the window. Chase couldn't see if he'd hit the mage, but an alarm began to sound in the hotel. For once he thanked corporate security.