the same: tinted glass and protected by biometric scanner.

 

       “Am I almost there?"

       “Hey!”

       Chris turned to find a tall man dressed in black pointing at him. He wore a suit, his hand in his coat grasping what was likely a gun.

       No matter how many times Chris found himself in a situation like this, the initial reaction was always the same. His brain, as if booting up, had to process the shock before sending those life-saving signals to his feet, legs, and body. In this tight window of seconds, he watched as the guard withdrew something black from his coat. Then, as though released from a stasis, his legs came to life. He flew at the...

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