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clothes man standing by
the elevator. “You’ll need to answer a few questions.”
    Skarzy walked
slowly over to where the man was, looking for a way out. Exits.
    But even though
the man was thoroughly engaged on his cell, he noticed his eyes flicker in
Skarzy’s direction, and realized the Officer must have signaled him.
    The elevator
seemed to be the only way off this platform. Sure, further along there may be
other elevators, or stairs, or tunnels, but further along there would surely be
more cops. Skarzy walked up to the Detective, unsure of where to go.
    The man smiled
at him, raised his finger indicating he was busy, and then Skarzy saw the way.
He almost smiled back.
    Skarzy pointed
urgently to the door opposite the man – four meters across from the elevator –
and the man reluctantly nodded.
    Skarzy
shuffled along slowly with his knees pressed together, his face glowing.
    He never
thought he’d be this glad to see a toilet cubicle again.
     

 
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    Skarzy wet his face over the basin.
Wiped the blood up with paper towel. He stood staring at himself in the mirror.
Just to let a little time roll. Not to reflect. Not to be a narcissist.
    But what’s
wrong with it? he
queried. What’s wrong with trying to understand yourself?
    He was angry
with himself. This newfound personality he’d taken on after the curry muncher’s
death was evolving too rapidly. He thought about it one way, then reflected,
changed his mind again,  then thought about it a third way combining the two.
All this change, all this reflection, was costing him. He wanted to slap the
image.
    MAKE UP YOUR
FUCKING MIND.
    Who was he? A
villain? A hero? A victim of the world?
    Or just some
nutter? The answer itself didn’t matter.
    As long as
there was one.
    And only one.
    You are
different, he
realized. For better or worse, you are that.
    And it wasn’t
all self pity, or self centeredness, or a big black gaping hole of madness. He
actually believed he had something to offer the world.
    To show them.
    And for that,
he would live.
    Tonight, he
would live.
    Skarzy felt
better. He gave himself a wink and a smile.
    Thanks for the
chat, he
thought.
    But it’s time
to go.
     

 
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    Detective Simmons had progressed to
the middle of the station. He was still on his cell. As Skarzy leaned over the
corner, he saw the man’s gaze was directed in the elevator’s direction. But
then something else grabbed his attention at the crime scene.
    Skarzy didn’t
hesitate. Sooner or later someone was going to identify the dude as not yours
truly.
    Maybe.
    Skarzy didn’t
run the escalator. He walked it. Just in case someone turned, saw him running,
he be done for.
    The excitement
was tingling as brushed on past the floor. It was deserted. But the relief
would be short lived.
    At the ticket
collection machine’s for platform one, two men in uniform were waiting. Cops.  Skarzy
figured getting past them would be easy.
    If he could
speak.
    “Howdy doing
officer, Detective Simmons is letting us go now, so on I go!”
    “Cheerio then.
On you go, Skarzy.”
    How was he
going to signal this? Motion that he needed a pen and paper? Touch his mouth
and shake his head? Open wide to show the tongue?
    His heart was
pounding.
    But the men
barely acknowledged him. They just nodded him through.
    Skarzy let go
an audible sigh once he was halfway across the terminal. Mingling with others.
Merging into the crowd.
    Of course, he figured. They’ve
caught the perp. Their guards ain’t up.
    “HOLD IT!!!”
    Detective
Simmons had followed him.
    “ON YOUR KNEES
SCAZZY!!!”
    Scazzy? Who’s
Scazzy? Skarzy
thought.
    Oh shit.
That’s me.
    Skarzy didn’t
get on his knees though.
    As he said
earlier, he wanted to live.
    So without
looking back, he ran.
    He ran all the
way up the terminal until he reached the tunnel.
    And from there
he disappeared into the City Main Street.
    He heard not
one shot fired.

 
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    Outside, the rain came down thick and
heavy. After fifteen