then her worst fears would be realized. A trap, and now, the little faith she had in her informer was dwindling, when one of the many pieces of torn newspaper that littered the streets caught her eye. It was perfectly folded so that the words “Go On!â€? were seperated from the rest of the head line.

She reached the conrete stairs of the glass tower, thinking to her self, You can do this. Just take it one step at a time…

She looked up. Yeah. One of about five thousand steps!

The girl sucked in the rancid air. It made her woozy, but she grabbed the door handle and-