Fault

The barrel of my gun is pressed against her cheek; tears spill over it and I can't help but wonder if it might rust.

“Don’t hurt me.”

I usually remember detail but I’ve overlooked something.

The city sun-canopy swayed overhead casting a light shade on the buildings and streets some six hundred metres below. Still, the sandy wind bit hard underneath, few would venture out from their comfy air-conditioned homes or offices today. I leapt from a rooftop and easily landed on an adjacent platform. I felt fuzzy from the blow to my head. The HUD flickered in my eyes –

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- my target: a building downtown. I scaled the wall, scratched my way up its crumbling surface before it had a chance to repair. The roof was vacant. Good. I kicked through the service door – Habitat A – and sprinted through the guts of the building to room 2401.

“Taren please.” She struggles against the vines, “it’s me, why are you doing this?” I glance at her. She’s naked.

“A runner finishes the mission.” I place my finger on the trigger.

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I open my eyes and it’s dark. The implant restarted.

“Sarah.”