Henry ran towards the building's roof, the doors blurring past. None of them would open for him, because they weren't his door, so he he had to hope that the roof door would open. On his lapel, the device was dinging and reminding him that the door he could exit out of was one thousand meters in the other direction.
Jumping over a row of chairs, kilt flapping at the motion, he ducked behind them. They were flaring red, all of them, a sign that he shouldn't sit there, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Working quickly, he pried one chair out of its all-too-cheap bolt and threw it out a nearby window, shattering the less-than-bulletproof glass.
He covered his face, device still protesting that he was going the wrong way, and dove through the window, knowing that his enemies weren't far behind.
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Re: Prompt 2
Date: 2011-07-06 06:43 pm (UTC)Jumping over a row of chairs, kilt flapping at the motion, he ducked behind them. They were flaring red, all of them, a sign that he shouldn't sit there, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Working quickly, he pried one chair out of its all-too-cheap bolt and threw it out a nearby window, shattering the less-than-bulletproof glass.
He covered his face, device still protesting that he was going the wrong way, and dove through the window, knowing that his enemies weren't far behind.