Torrential rain cascades incessantly onto Esoterix as he races across the roof of a factory, giving chase to a fleeing member of the E Pluribus Neo group. Lightning makes silhouettes of the contrasting figures, whilst the booms of thunder miss the beats of the rhythmic pounding of their feet against the concrete. The assailant fires blindly and wildly behind his back hitting nothing but air, whilst Eso occasionally pauses to fire two rapid rounds from a trained stance. They both leap from one building to the next, making short work of the distances between the rooftops.
Squinting through the driving rain, Eso notices the ‘EPN' bring his cell-phone to his ear, before placing it back into his jacket pocket and continuing the onslaught of misdirected bullets.
Fearing that an exit is nearby or that backup has been notified, Eso momentarily relinquishes his own weapon for another.
Synch sits at the console with his legs resting on a chair, and arms cradling the back of his head.
He jumps with a start as his headset rings in his ear. "Operator"
"Where is he?" Esoterix bellows, barely audible through the adverse weather conditions and gunfire.
Synch Straightens up in his chair, and conspiratorially ignores the urgency in the caller's voice.
"Ahh Eso, let me remind you that I'm not your cleaning lady, this morning you left what can only be described as a..."
"WHERE IS HE SYNCH" Roars Eso with increased authority.
"Alright, geez, don't yell at the messenger. Where do you think he is? Hi I'm Anne; I'll be your tasty morsel for the afternoon. Today's specials are my..."
Eso hangs up the phone, reloads his weapon and continues the pursuit.
Frustrated and alone once again, Synch sighs with weary contemplation. "One of these days I'll get to the punch line"
