Today’s track is ‘The Duel’ by Peter Connelly & Martin Iveson, taken from ‘The Angel Of Darkness’ album. You can listen to the track HERE and visit the online site HERE.
Unfortunately, the best route appeared to be skyward. I clambered up the ladder as quickly as I could, even if the rain had proved it more of a struggle. The wire above me would lead me to another building; without a second thought, I jumped up and grabbed it, swinging with vigour to get over as fast as I could.
As I tucked my legs up to avoid the sharp iron décor on the edge of the roof, the blinding light from the gendarmerie helicopter struck me. I frowned as the light and the whirring blades proved difficult to ignore, but I had to keep going. I’d been pinned as a fugitive and no amount of well answered questions to interrogation was going to get me out of this.
I dropped from the wire as shots began to echo the skies; they weren’t messing around. The rain that poured down the tin rooves weren’t going to make these leaps any easier for me. However, with gunfire now being their next style of conversation, I had no choice but to proceed.
I slid down the metal, jumping to grab the ledge to the next building and paused behind a box as the searchlights flew over, whilst I peered through a crack in the crate. I swallowed hard; never did I imagine my trip to Paris would amount to this. Admittedly, I hadn’t helped matters by running from sirens, yet with Werner’s blood on my hands and his wishes to honour, this trip had quickly become a double edged sword. And that was putting it politely.
As soon as I began to manoeuvre the same as before this time without the spotlight, the cracked window beneath me gave way and I was dropped into a derelict room. What it could have housed previously, I’d never know. I didn’t want to stay too long to find out. As soon as I peered through the dingy windows, the searchlight glared at me with gunfire following soon after.
I was a sitting duck.
For Christ’s sake Lara, think! I said to myself, trying to recall what I’d seen in front of me before I’d dropped in here. My thoughts were cut short as a series of shots blasted through the windows; I covered my face as glass shattered in every direction.
With a deep breath, I kicked the door open in front of me, spotting yet another ladder on the wall. If the men in the helicopter were out for blood, they were going to have to work for it.
Victoria Pheasey 