Red faced and out of depth, I emerged from the hole I fell into. This part of the city was not fully constructed and there must have been an incident. It was nearly 80 miles deep and I had no time to worry about semantics. I loaded anti-virus and climbed vivaciously.
Nothing was going to stop me. Not a door. Not a glass window. The only solution to my dilemma was to proceed with a heart full of fire and brimstone.
I perceived the night was calm. So, I holstered my pistol in the arm sling and drew my switchblade. I pressed the automatic release lever and the drop-point clip blade shot forward and locked into the top of the handle. I made this knife from black rubies. A thousand black ruby gemstones.
I don't know where the fray had begun, but the truth is evident. There must be an end to this violence.