As I moved quickly through the hall, blood curdling noise in close pursuit, I cursed the weight of my bag. Much heavier than I was comfortable with, but I know my timing is right. As I approached a crawlspace waist high in the wall to my left, I sped up and dropped on my back, skidding under the imaginary line of the crawl space overhead. With a flick of my wrist the bolt I had prepared, lazily went in a spinning arc right into the crawl space immediately igniting a jettison of flames hot enough for you to forge with. My skidding comes to a halt as I flip on to my belly aiming my P99 silenced back the way I came. Nothing but me, and the flames it seems.
Without taking my eyes away from the direction of the last known noise, I get to a knee. The flames go out as suddenly as they had come. Left in near darkness besides the flash of an emergency light behind me, I listen for perpetrators of my vicinity. Then allow one of my hands to slip down to the front of my thigh, feeling gingerly around until I found the source of my pain. holding my breath I pull out the object gently as to not cause more harm. I put the object of my pain down slowly as to not make too much noise. A metal corner strip, similar to what I'd seen holding up those pipes on the ceiling.. Aw god damnit.. Tetanus would be a sad way..
I let my guard slip for the sake of bandaging this wound. I was in the middle of tying it when I heard what I'd been listening for. There was no time between me dropping my bandage and firing a shot from my P99 down the hall. The perp fell to the ground with a clatter. A can of what looked like paint... No, not now.. I'm bleeding.. The paint can rolls with more force than what the balance should have shifted. Then lifts into the air.
"Damn!" I get into a dead sprint down the way I was originally going, Remembering a second too late "Ahrgg!" I stumbled right into an electric cloud that only now shows itself with a crazy amount of voltage, that if I weren't already insane, this would have done it. Thrown up back to the left into the wall, I had no stable grasp at such velocity, so the impact turned my body around landing me on my right shoulder. I hardly noticed the paint can whizzing by into the electro cloud almost nailing me near the end of my fall. I roll onto my back, smoke rising from me, there is a loud pop! mixed with noise of electricity, and then paint was everywhere... the old no longer chunky paint was warm from the electricity. I had a splash coating on the bottom half of me.
I lay there brain fizzled, and body smoking for I don't know how long. Couldn't have been that long, as I did come to. At first, I watched the smoke rise without moving my head. Then feeling and registration of said feeling came back. I felt like I had pissed my pants.. Judging by the smell, I think I had loosed more than just that.. "fucking electricity" is what I meant to say. It came out something like "Uhgnin eheclrisity" That flashing emergency light wasn't doing wonders for my head ache. Blinking the colors out of my vision, I start to stretch out my consciousness to feel along my body for all the parts. When satisfied I started the slow process of getting up. I notice the ringing in my ears as it faded to a dull tone in the back of my head. I can hear slamming sounds, from the wall on the right. And finally I slammed into my bearings, the banging sounds metal against metal, must be more flying objects. The crackle of electricity was dying down. How could I have forgotten it's placement? More proof that "grizzled" and "experienced" only means as much as you put into it.
Grabbing my P99 and shouldering my bag, I hug the left side wall moving around the cloud. Can't stop and check for broken equipment here, need to get out.
