John blew up the control panel.
He raked the cameras and defense facilities with gunfire.
The rifle Oulos had prepared for him was trash, just the kind street punks would use.
But John's chip and cybernetic limbs were decent.
His experience with bullet storms was fairly extensive too.
He cleared the mechanical guards outside and shot the entrance panel to smithereens.
John cleared the scene and headed back.
He tossed a "run" to the two girls, then hoisted Legizamon and left, spotting a familiar black business car by the roadside, pulling open the trunk and stuffing the fat corpse inside.
John didn't go to the back seat.
He opened the driver's door, saw no driver, and the touchscreen displayed "smart cruise."
Swish—
John canceled the auto-drive, slammed on the gas, and dashed under the massive pipes.
He turned off all lights, deliberately chose narrow paths, finally even rushed into a dry drainage channel, zooming past bonfires lit by homeless people.
