Chapter 8

His legs moved swiftly step by step across the long hallways of the Terminal Tower. Colin Haze's black shoes skid to a stop. On the right side of the hallway, large windows overlooked Cleveland with weak light shining through. A white wall lined the left. Colin stepped carefully and silent, grazing the wall with the touch of his fingers with one hand, and another on his belt. A large plastic sign marked the direction of the movie theater. Colin Haze directed the corner at a angle. A steel knife blade flew out of a large mans hands, towering at six and a half feet, wearing a white shirt and black suit and tie. Colin, as instict, ducked and avoided the knife. The alarms blared as the knife hit the window, shattering it. The man then grabbed Colin's neck collar and dragged him down the hallway towards the food court. Abanded drinks and food spread across all the tables. The man then took Colin and flung him across the floor, causing several tables and drinks to flip over. As Colin got to his feet, the man pulled out a black grenade and threw it into the pizza shop. Flames curled all around the neon sign as whatnot flew out of the explosion. Colin tackled the man, who then went for a punch. His reflexes were not as fast as Colin's though. A pistol flew out of it's holder and shot the other man. You can guess who. Colin grabbed the grenade, luckilly not lit. He then ran down the the bottom level, and ran out the door. News Reporters lined the streets, and helicopters sprayed water on the flames licking the old skyscraper. Colin however, ran through the crowd of civilians to the parking garage across the street.