Ding!
The door opens and out pours four bodies. The doors begin to close, occupying two of the suits. A third squirms on the floor, his hands between his legs. Hirlem springs up and manages to land a fist on the man nearest him which knocks him to the floor. He then turns to help out Monie. Monie is kicking a downed man in the side. Thump, thump, crack, thump. The man writhes in pain on the floor. Monie's eyes aren't deep with thoughtful insight like they usually are. Now they're shallow and glazed like she has slipped off into another part of her mind. Hirlem grabs her arm and they run down the hall hitting the stairwell and cascading down floor after floor until they hit ground level. They hear footsteps chase them at first, but the footsteps are those of someone who is limping and after a few flights of stairs they are well ahead those who pursue them.
