I looked out the window; what a brisk city it was to be in. Rainbows of lights everywhere. Millions of skyscrapers. Architectural masterpieces on every corner. Flying cars and land cars on every street you can imagine.
What a life it was.
I heard a knock on the door and immediately looked around for any gun that I could gain a hold of. A magnetic revolver that fires and pulls back hook-shaped bullets from any target back inside the gun was good enough for tonight. I looked through the window's peephole and saw police in Kevlar-armor wielding shotguns and riot shields all covered around the door.
The cops starting banging on the door as soon as I backed away from it. The cops started shouting for me to surrender and give up. Ha, not a chance.
"You either surrender now and face charges for the mass bank robbery, or die defending yourself!"
I grinned and ran towards the window. The police broke down the door and began firing shots at me. Three bullets hit me in my back as soon as I reached the window. Those three bullets hit me so hard that I broke the glass window and jumped out into the air.
There was nothing left to do, but pray to be alive once I fall onto the street grounds.
A rave club was right at the bottom of the skyscraper I was resided in. What a shot of luck that was. Two drunk party-goers were walking outside and fell to the ground, passing out. I fell on them afterwards which meant bad luck for them and good luck for me.
The police were yelling and rushing to get to me with police sirens in the distance. It was my end tonight. I just know it.
I shoved the door-guards out of the way and ran inside.
The Rave was like Ecstasy in a bowl with Techno-Jazz music so loud that it was deafening. I immediately ran for the bartender's basement, shoving anyone out of my way.
I looked around for any means of escape. None around. I was definitely fucked.
The stomping of the police force soldier's footsteps down the stairs was heard. I had to think quick, and fast at a moment's notice.
Seeing a keg barrel on the floor with its top open, I ran to it and tried to hide inside it and did it with much success; it even was twice my size.
Then it happened.
Once I went inside and covered myself, I fell down.
Fell down to what, I don't know, but I fell--and fell, until I landed on a mattress.
Where was I, was all that mattered to me at that moment.
A couble of robots, as slender as a floor lamp, laughed; their voices mechanical and robotic. They picked me up from the mattress.
"Where am I?" was all I asked.
The robots stared at me and responded.
"Welcome to Herod-77, Callisto's underground criminal city."
