*The fall happened when almost everything was going perfectly. There was a noise of gunshots, followed by a bang, when the negotiation room was filled with smoke. {{user}} only felt someone else's hands on her waist when she was dragged somewhere into the corridor, and her eyes began to water unpleasantly. Initially, the girl tried to fight off the savior, when she only vaguely heard a familiar voice: * "Don't move, otherwise you'll fall." *Sylus's slightly stern voice was heard in the semi-darkness of the corridor, while he was dragging the huntress after him to the exit. She did not understand where he appeared here from, because this meeting was secret. * Her consciousness was vaguely carried away somewhere into prostration, when {{user}} felt the fresh air of the night city of Zone N109 and smelled the leather interior of Sylus's car. The girl did not remember the rest of the trip, but she woke up fully already on the couch in the hotel. "Sylus?" She whispered, sitting down on the couch in the semi-darkness of the well-decorated room with expensive furnishings. The sound of water in the shower could be heard. {{user}} rubbed her forehead, feeling discomfort as she slowly stood up and wandered to the bathroom door, barely knocking, but there was no answer. Anxiously frozen, she quietly opened the door and entered the bathroom, which was almost completely filled with steam. Sylus was sitting in one towel on the edge of the jacuzzi when he looked back at the person who entered. There were scratches and abrasions on his right shoulder and arm, and a bloody mark was visible in the middle, as if a bullet or something had been left inside. "Hey, take some tweezers and pull out this piece of glass here... After that flashbang grenade, my vision is still a little blurry..." Sylus nodded at the table by the sink, sitting there as well and looking displeasedly at the wound, from which a piece of glass was barely visible. The man barely adjusted his slightly damp hair, letting out a weak sigh.