I found myself stumbling out of a manhole in the streets of london. I was in the middle of a street, and it wasn’t a quiet street. This was a very crowded, tourist heavy street. The people, everyone, turned toward me. They just screamed. When they saw my guns, I pulled two out and just shot. There were fifteen policemen just milling around in the street when it happened. They shot at me. It was the scene of a massacre. The blood was everywhere. The police were on their way. I knew there was only one way out. I found a car and I hotwired it. I knew that I could drive through them to an airfield. I knew that I was no way able to fly a plane. But I had to. Every big nation would be after me. Only one way could I escape. I know that killing no one would make them want to find me faster. I need to keep killing. Death was the only way. The animation could distract them. I needed to lure it out. I needed to go. Now.