Run

The shockwave from the grenade knocked Phobos into the back wall of the elevator. He easily regained his balance. Vasquez shot the bulbs of each lamp she passed with the silenced pistol. The cover of darkness may help elude the synthetic but he didn't need to see her to find her. The bite wound in her leg throbbed like a gorging leech as she sprinted down the sewer tunnels. Her luck suddenly ran out. The path of escape she chose was a dead end. No breath. No exit. Phobos stood behind her in the blackness like some hemovorous metalwork bogeyman.