<P>An alarm went off.
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<P>Jess looked up from the glass. They had seperated. Dominic had gone elsewhere. She didn't know where he was.
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<P>She began to jog back to the hallway with the hand statue.
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<P>Then paused.
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<P>There would be guards. The entire place would begin swarming with guards.
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<P>She went back to the glass floor.
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<P>There was an elevator at the end of the hallway. It was ascending. It held occupants.
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<P>Behind Jess, around a corner, there were footsteps.
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<P>She drew a shotgun from within her jacket and pointed it straight downwards. There was a glass hallway immediately below her.
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<P>There was no other place to go.
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<P>She fired. The end of the shotgun erupted so loudly that the walls shook. The glass beneath her was so thick that it did not immediately shatter.
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<P>Again she fired.
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<P>And began to fall.
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<P>For a moment she was suspended in air filled with delicate shards of glass, or shards of glass filled with delicate pockets of air - She found herself in a place of complete disarray, debris constantly rearranging itself at random as it does, and then a thick pane of glass seemed to leap at her face, and it struck, so that she was no longer falling.