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The subjugation of the human race was under way. The Black Comet stood above Central City on its fibrous supports like a giant animal. Many believed it was a kind of animal, an enormous lifeform cut from the same biological cloth as the rest of its species. Any free human braving the horrors of the city had one goal in mind above all else: Do not let yourself be taken to the Black Comet.
You were in the city with Paul that day on a dangerous and risky salvage run. Your target was the valuable telecom equipment at the top of Central Tower. You had one gun between you, which Paul had hold of, since he was the better shot. The plan was this: If capture was imminent, Paul was to shoot you first, and then himself.
You broke into Central Tower without incident. There was no power, so the two of you had to huff and puff your way up dozens of flights up stairs. When you made it to the top of the stairwell, you crouched just inside the heavy door leading out onto the roof, panting and waiting for the signal.
Distant explosions sounded on the other side of the city. It was Team B causing a diversion, as well as your cue to get to work. Paul threw open the door and the two of you rushed to the base of the radio tower. From the edge of the roof, the whole city was spread out before you from a dizzying height. You looked away from the sight, pulled pliers and screwdrivers out of your bag, and began to disassemble one of the antennae.
Then there was a sound that neither of you wanted to hear: the beat of heavy wings. Three wyverns appeared carrying three Black Arms soldiers. The wyverns dropped their man-like charges onto the roof with three heavy thuds. Paul didn’t hesitate. He put the gun in his mouth and blew his own brains out. His blood sprayed across the rooftop, and his body dropped with another heavy thud. No, no, that son of a bitch was supposed to shoot you first.
The aliens fell upon Paul, driven into frenzy by the spray of blood, tearing him apart and devouring the pieces. There was no way you were going to get to the gun. You eyed the edge of the rooftop, the thousand-foot drop. It was the only way for you now. While the creatures were distracted with Paul’s bloody body, you ran for the edge of the roof and leapt.