Run away.

You stand up, completely naked, and run over to the reinforced iron door. You punch as hard as you can, and the door flies off the hinges. It embeds itself in the opposite concrete wall. You slide out the door and break out into a dead sprint. You discover you can run much faster than you could before. You come to a corner and barely have to slow down to take the corner thanks to the traction pads built into your feet. You then run, chest first, into a guard. He’s wearing a neatly pressed, black uniform, and has a sub machine gun slung nonchalantly over his left shoulder.