Death-blades, guns and bloody water, I had had enough of all three for one night. There would be more, I was sure. I stumbled across the fifty something floor of the dark skyscraper, not enjoying the heights or the sights. Then it was wrapped around my neck from behind, cold dark wire. It tightened quickly and my pulse throbbed brutally in my head. Searing cutting pain. Too soon to die. Have to kill. I drove my elbow hard into his chest, as I did so the wire cut into my neck and I could feel the hot blood trickling down in little streams. He let go of the wire. I hit him hard in the mouth, falling back towards the window he shouts, “There are to many for thee. You will never make it.” I rip a fire extinguisher from the wall and throw it at him hard. It hits him in the midriff. He falls backwards with force, enough to smash him through the window in an explosion of shattered glass. Then he is falling two hundred metres to the street far below. A deep breathe. My gun. Where did I drop it? There it lies on the carpet, deadly cold and dangerous. I pick it up, eject-reload and I am ready to fire. Suddenly a machine gun muzzle flares up and the rest of the glass behind me is dancing to the music of gunpowder. I dive behind a desk, roll out from behind it and take him down with one bullet. The word karma no longer holds a meaning for me. I pick up his A.K 47 and head for the stairs.