You push the spent Mega-weapon down blocking the road and you run like never before. The angry mob runs behind you screaming for your blood. A young teenager on the track team catches up but with a hard elbow strike to the temple he folds and rolls to the pavement. You run around the corner of a building and make it around the corner of another one before anyone can clear the first corner. From there you run through three blocks of alleys and you disappear into a small trendy art gallery. They fail to find you.