This is way over my head. I could be playing around with the fate of the world and everybody on it. I’m just a washed up, alcoholic P.I., who am I to decide shit like this? Best leave it to someone who actually knows what they’re doing.

I walk out of the control room, making sure the giant metal door slams and locks behind me. Maybe I should try to dismantle the locking mechanism, bury it permanently behind an impenetrable metal wall. I start to turn around to tamper with the keypad, but as I do, I catch a glimpse of a shadow move across the hallway far in the distance. Someone’s here.

I step forward, reaching toward the crowbar I hung in my belt. Like that’s going to do a lick of good here. It also doesn’t help that my lungs continue to burn with the wretched fire of the plague.

A voice from behind stops me. “Turn around and surrender, Jack.” It’s Tess, her claws extended from her hands. I’ve been discovered.

Surrender

Fight her