he who hesitates is toast

He rolls with the impact, over and over across the concrete, and finally ends up back on his feet beside another marble column. Voices begin to scream inside his head as he stares at his opponent. His target. His mission.

(confirmed death in ten hours)

Something wrenches sickly within him, and sudden desperation twists his features. He raises his gun again, only to duck as the red-haired woman launches a grenade at him from the other side of the fountain. It hits the tower, exploding it in smoke and fire and marble shrapnel.

He can hear distant sirens approaching, hear STRIKE yelling as Rumlow brings the perimeter in, and realizes the window of opportunity is closing. He'll pay for this failure, he knows it, but it would be worse to be taken alive by the enemy. He knows that too, as deeply as though it's engraved on his bones.

He has to run.