My feet pounded on the stairs as I ran upwards, trying as hard as I could to get away from them, those people. I could hear their footsteps slamming behind me, or was it the pounding of the blood in my head that I was mistaking for footsteps? I don’t know, I didn’t look back as I continued upwards. As I reached each new floor I kicked another door shut in an agents face as it tried to come out and grab me. I began to tire the as I got further up, really begining to feel it at about the 27th floor. I had just realised at that moment that I hadnt eaten since the night before, so no food, been running for several floors and I was dehydrated... how come they hadnt caught me yet? Oh, right my feet were still running without my consent... so why werent they shooting at me?
A bullet flew past my cheek, and I was forced to give myself a harsh telling off for tempting that particular fate. I ducked as I swerved around the next section of the stairs and dodging the onslaught of bullets as the agents continued to follow me up the stairs, strangely the small wall that held the railing next to the stairs was bullet proof. Lucky but Strange. I was getting scared, I know, I should have been scared long before this but for some reason it hadnt hit me until that moment several floors later when I saw the end of the stairs right in front of me, leading up onto the roof.
I had no choice, well actually I had three choices, jump over the railing and fall 40 floors to the not to soft floor at the very bottom, I could stand up and give myself up to the people who had been told to shoot on sight, or I could get on the roof and try and find a way down the side or back into the building via another, less agent toting, route or at the very least I could sneak back in through the same door without the agents noticing. It was quite obvious, to me, what choice was the smartest to take so instead I went up onto the roof. I was right in thinking it wasnt a smart choice, there was nothing up there, completely empty, and it was completely quiet.
I ran to the edge and looked down. Whoa. It was that moment that my old vertigo kicked in again, overcome for over 10 years it pops back up now... admittedly I hadnt stood at the top of a 40 floor building and looked down the side while being chased by the lackeys of the Prime Minister. Its enough to make any old fears come back after 10 years... I remember hoping that he didnt have any clowns working for him.
 I heard the door open behind me and, what looked like, a small army of suits piled out.
"Hey, Dont do it!" one of the suits said, This was confusing. Not so much when I saw that he had stopped one of the others from shooting me. I was still confused by this action, but not so much as by him trying to talk me down.
"Why should he stop? With what I know your all obviously out to kill me." I shouted. "Maybe he should take me out just to make sure I actually am taken out."
"Perhaps, but maybe a suicidal jump would look less suspicious," the agent said, stepping forwards, probably wanting to push me. "but then if you jump Ill never be able to help you to take down the Black King."
"Black Ki-" it was then that it hit me, I knew that security guard. He must have followed me when left the room, knew Id get into trouble, that damn Bishop. He’d just blown his cover and now I was going to have to help him with a large scale shoot out with people trained for it.
The White bishop was amazing in that fight, I watched him pull out another pair of guns, a pair I had obviously missed 20 minutes ago when I stole the one I was holding from him, and he fired, three shots, each one hit their target, tearing right through the agents, even before they knew what was going on he was already unloading another round on the guys. I jumped down from the edge almost as soon as the fighting started, but even as I moved I knew I had moved too late. A stray bullet meant for Bishop hit me, it hit me hard. Until that moment I had been the kind of guy that sat at home watching people on television who got shot in the arm and I always thought to myself ‘hey, if it goes straight through who cares, just get back up and carry on, so long as it didnt hit any majors’ but when that bullet hit me in the chest, when it hit me I new that I was heading for the end.
The bullet hit my chest when I was half way to the floor, I didnt even realise I hadnt reached the floor until I opened my eyes and found myself staring at the sky while the front of the building rushed past.
I saw Bishops head looking out over the edge when I was falling down roughly 40 floors. I remember smiling up at the guy, hed tried to help me but I through it and a gun barrel back in his face, at least he tried.
I didnt feel myself impact on the floor outside the building, I was in too much pain to register any more, funny how pain can sometimes prevent it.
I started to think about the day I had had, all the events leading up to this point, what I could have and should have done differently, but none of it helps. Destiny allways takes its owwn course.
I smile to myself for a moment before a dark figure looms over me and aims a gun down at my head. I cant see his face, my eyes are blinded by the sun behind him. Nobody stops him, I may have just fallen 40 floors but theres still a chance I could survive, and I seriously doubt that a bullet to my brain will be the thing to save my life.
"You should not have touched the device." the figure says, moving the gun ever so slightly higher, blocking the sun from my eyes so that I can see his face. So that I can see the face of the Prime Minister. "This would have ended a lot prettier if you hadnt touched the device."
I hear a bang and then...