Head for the back.

As you run down the hall toward the guards your adrenaline begins pumping and despite no longer having a boost, you realize whatever she did to you has made up for it, as you clear the distance in three long strides, nearly jumping down the hall. The guards start to raise their guns as you charge, but sadly you catch the one on the left with a sharp palm thrust to his chest that sends him slamming back into the security door with enough **** to bend the door, exposing the bolt holding it locked. Not wasting any time you spin as the other opens fire and your brutal round house kick knocks his head to the side sickly and he crashes into the wall. You catch his submachine gun as it falls and instantly you see the readout appear in the corner of your vision that the clip has 26/32 shots. You also see the tiny red crosshair appear where the gun is pointing as you bring it around. You spend 4 shots on the bolt of the door and kick it open.

Positive that they will soon be on your heels you make haste and run for as long as you can in the wrong direction. Finally able to stop and assess your situation. You have a dress, boots, and a 9mm submachine gun with 22 shots. You have no armor to speak of, other than whatever protection your skin gives you. Not sure what to do, you look around. To the east, not far away, are several dwellings. To the north, is the downtown are where the most wealth is, but it would take the entire night to reach anything but more combat zone. The south gets worse and worst till you leave the city. And finally, west is the bay after the warehouses and old buildings where little lives, unless it hides well or kills any opposition. The prototype, your guns, and sword are back on top of an office building near the brothel, but you are not sure if you should go there right now, as they are surely hunting for you.