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her lungs to slow down their intake of oxygen.  Her body had spent its adrenaline at the Tower, leaving her exhausted and barely able to move.  To her advantage, her nerves were turning cold, a steel will to live forming in her hands as she turned off the safety to her pistol. 
                  The floor was silent, save the three sets of footsteps that slowly closed in around them.  They could fire their weapons, each taking out one of the oncoming men, and hope to catch the third before he got a shot off.  That possibility would only lead to the other group closing in on them as well, forcing them to retreat to the stairwell, hoping that another set of suits with guns hadn’t already set to guard the exit. 
                  The man in the hallway was only ten feet away now.  Bearden could feel the fine bits of construction rubble shifting under the man’s dress shoes as he turned left to right, scanning for a target.  The flanking men were keeping pace, each making certain to stay within the visual range of the group.  Bearden’s mind calculated odds, realizing that he would have to risk the other group knowing their location.  There was no way to take down the three without a single shot being fired from them, nor from the attackers.  If he waited any longer, he would lose what advantage he had over their pursuers.  He turned, motioned for Janys to take the left.  She nodded, then held her breath as the Sargent slid to the hallway.
                  Bearden fired the first shot, piercing the skull of the man in the hallway.  The man’s eyes were opened wide as a second shot fired, with Janys sending a bullet through the chest of the man to her left.  The man fired as his body fell back, the shot crashing into the beam in front of the duo.  Bearden stepped out and waited for the other man to cross the series of beams between the hall and the room.  The flicking debris informed him that the man was retreating.  Bearden turned to the hall, his gun aimed to the right side when a shot was fired, the burst of light coming from his left. 
                  Janys stepped out of the room, entering the hallway, motioning for the Sargent to head towards the stairs.  Sounds of running footsteps crossing the elevator urged them forward as they trekked the long hallway, then through the door to the stairwell in the far left corner.  Janys had just passed through the doorway when a bullet smashed the center of the door, lodging itself into the wall behind it. 
                  They stomped down to the next floor.  Bearden shoved the door open to exit the stairwell, but grabbed Janys by the arm and led her down the next flight of stairs.  Footsteps overhead smashed down on the stairs.  A smaller, more agile suit saw the door closing.  He skipped the last three steps, slid across the slick floor of the landing, and flung the door open.  Two more suits closed in.  The last was short, but heavy, fallen back several paces from his quicker comrades.  The door was almost shut when his chunky fingers reached out for the handle.
                  Bearden took advantage of the group’s separation, racing up the stairs, grabbing the matted hair of the fat man’s head and smashed his face into the corner of the door.  The man fell to the floor in a heap, his gun smacking the floor, echoing down the stairwell.  Janys closed in behind as Bearden threw the door open, catching the second man still searching the hall of the next floor.  He fired two shots, hitting the man in the spine and the neck.  The man fell, his body still trying to turn to the sound of the first shot as his legs collapsed beneath him.  Bearden ducked down and waited for the smaller man to return.  The untrained guard raced around the corner, both hands in front of him as his mind sought a target.  By the time his eyes focused on the large form kneeling in the doorway, Bearden had