#rowanthompson

Their footsteps were heavy, thick boots. Efficiency. The alarm was raised but far too late. They’d descended on him like vultures, ever present in the commotion but still unheard and silent till the very last minute. All of their years of work, some unready to use but ready to take, there was not a chance he would allow for that. He’d considered delaying for time, there were ways to throw them off but how that might affect other innocent students he would not know. “Julia, get the security cameras to me now.” he called on the AI to pull the feeds of video to him, how much time did he have? Where were they? “Shields up.” The room thrummed to life, as a thick translucent barrier lit up between him and the door. 

It was not enough. They tore through it like tissue paper their guns loud. He had never expected them to get through so easily, surprise taking him his consciousness spread through an electrical current running through the wires in the lights and erupted above them in multiple small, controlled explosions. Glass raining from above as he shattered the tube lighting. Marcus took the opportunity to move but they were faster. Multiple shots rang out. 

Nothing worked, his eyesight was failing him, static rang in his vision and hearing, hot blood was trickling from behind his ear and running down his back, his flesh seared with any small movement. Something was burning, it might have been from him but he couldn’t be sure anymore. Things seemed rather hopeless for him. He’d pulled his jacket off to try stem the blood flow from his side but it was copious and his strength was waning. It had all been too easy. Rescuing Morgan and Cammie, getting back to Roanoke. He laughed. No wonder.