The room flickers in front of you for an instant like a PMP losing reception.  You hear the hammer snap back on a cheap poly and  you can almost smell the ozone as the bullet glides out of the chamber.  The window flies apart in shatterproof shards the size of disembodied limbs. Your neurochip feeds you the trajectory of the unequivocal sentence of death speeding your way as your eyes swivel in their machined sockets. Juice crashes through your veins. You've only got a split second to make a move. What do you do?