"We have to go."
John pulled Angelica along, continuing their escape.
No need to scavenge Chuan's equipment.
Silent assassination missions don't carry firearms; the weapons they have are mostly smart-locked and require specific prosthetic bodies to function.
[...They're in the garden!]
[There's movement in the garden, take out your guns.]
[Hurry hurry hurry!]
...
The voice plugin detected shouts.
The pursuing Jingke soldiers had arrived.
John brought Angelica to the edge of the railing, held her and leaped down, falling weightlessly amidst a kaleidoscope of holographic projections.
Beneath the Bolago Club was a large shopping mall.
Angelica held her breath, clinging to John, disregarding her windswept golden hair and torn gown.
She saw a gigantic, muscular golden bull projection crashing into the glass curtain wall.
John kept his eyes open, seeking opportunities.
They passed through dazzling lights and phantoms, catching the railing before plummeting into the abyss.
