Snippet #984342

the Under Ground : art show

Adam took a seat at one of the VIP bars, it was raised a bit so they would have a slightly better view than the backs of peoples heads. Just as he settled into his stool his ears perked up. There were always noises and sounds at the Under Ground, but the small knot in his stomach told him that was a gunshot. He shook off the feeling and turned back to his drink. His mind wandered idly shifting his focus from one thing to the next but never really seeing what he was looking at. He opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by a second shot, and this time he was sure it was a shot. He stood and pulled back his jacket, putting a hand firmly on the grip of his own gun.

Then the lights went out.

Not just the lights, the computers, the displays, everything was out. He looked as his wrist and noted that the minute LED that indicated his GLOVE was powered on was off.

He swung around, using his hand to feel for Lisa, "Liz."

"Still here, drinking, in the dark." She said, but her voice came up at him from a few feet below where her head should have been. She had slipped off her stool and sat with her back to the bar. Adam could hear the slight fear in her voice, no doubt she had heard the shot too.

"Well, I suppose we stay put. Can't go out guns blazing if I can't see whats going on."

There were mixed reactions from the rest of the spectators, about half couldn't care less, they simply carried on the same conversation they were before the lights went out, eventually the lights would come back on and the show would go on as if nothing had happened. Others were slightly to extremely more concerned. He figured there weren't many people that realized there was someone with a gun in the building, and that someone had been shooting.

Adam decided he would let security and the authorities figure it out once the lights came back up, he'd be on his guard but it was useless for him to go hunting around for one random person in this place. He knew that a sweep team would be on its way for sure now, something like this would have them pawing the door waiting for their higher ups to give them the go ahead. Some people blamed anything that was anything on hackers. As he took a drink he decided that there was a very good chance that that special guest would be showing up. It had been a while since he out right mocked an authority figure.

So he waited, drinking, in the dark.