A Different Kind Of Story #3

Pulling my self up the greasy elevator shaft cable is not an easy feat but I quickly make it to the top floor.

Or.. What's left of it anyway.

The entire top floor is destroyed leaving an open-air penthouse kind of a feel. Without the ceiling.

Good thing elevators in the future don't need to be attached to anything to keep the cables up. And anti-terrorism measure after the incident of '063. Not 1963.. 2063.

Some fool named Amy Carmichael cut the elevator cables and killed a senator. Ironic that she was named after a missionary. He was one of the destined too.. we're dropping like flies these days it seems like.

I using my good leg I push off from the elevator cable and deftly land on the top-floor-that-is-now-the-roof. Pain sears into my right leg..

I mutter a curse that could make a marine cry under my breath.

"Got to save those for when I need to disable a marine.." I whisper looking around

And there I spot the third person who matters.. Abby Nickelson.

But Abby.........is still alive...........