Drop to the lower floor

Now with a moment to survey your surroundings, you see that the lower floor's doors are wide open. If you can manage to get a little momentum, you would be able to escape from this trap. You glance up to the spy as he takes aim at you with his revolver. With a surge of movement, you reach for the elevator cable, release your glove's bond and throw your body at the open doors.

There is a loud noise, the sting of metallic fibers cutting your hand and then the heavy thump of your body landing. You come away from the experience facedown on the carpet but on the floor of your destination. Your mind races with directives and plans, but before you can rise to a stand, the pain of the gunshot reaches your shocked mind. Your body tenses and you try not to cry in pain.

"Have to...move," you tell yourself as you try to rise over the pain. "Before it's too late."

You can feel his hands over your neck before he decloaks. To your horror, the Spy is already on you, his arm around your neck, his fingers stroking your cheek. "Mon bete chou, what could make you believe that's possible?"

You feel the pressure on your back as he sits on you. His hands explore your body freely, not groping...disarming. He takes your weapons and gadgets in one quick motion and chucks them over his shoulder. You hear them clatter far below you. You are helpless.