The other female, Jodi Richman, was the least happy about the new arrangement. Being an ex-cop, she still held onto the notion that you don't harm the innocent. Knowing full well that the public would be caught in the open combat made the young woman want to pull out of the contest. Her revolver was tucked away within a hidden pocket of her blue jean jacket and unless she was to encounter a member of the game at this point, she thought of just walking up to the surface and walking off. That idea sounded good as she moved about hundreds of passerby's she hoped to escape the impending madness before it commenced.
Jodi walked in a brisk manner no different than anyone else in the massive subway. She knew this was the calm before the storm and it was just a matter of time before two Kill Fest players convened within the urban battle zone setting off a fire storm. With eyes forward, she made it past one of the turnstiles as she headed up the next set of steps. Not truly sure where she was going, she knew only to head up toward the street level. Any sign with the words (STREET), she locked in on. Pissed at herself for wishing to pull out of the game before she had a chance to win. She had grown to hate the people she was working for and wanted out of being a gunman for the L.A. mob. Winning the Kill Fest grand prize would enable her to do just that.
There, just a little further she thought as the signs for the Garden pointed the way to the great arena. From there she could access the street and be out of harm's way. One hallway and a staircase left and she would be within the Garden itself. People all about but she tried to fight her way past the massive amounts of humans making her path more cumbersome than it should have been. "There around this corner and up the stairs and I should be free!" she said to herself as she turned the bend and headed up the steps. With eyes still forward and not looking anyplace but at the top, she made her way through the cattle of people all walking within the same direction like lambs to the slaughter.
There at the top of what seemed like endless steps was a bright figure waiting for her. At first she didn't see him but as she neared the midway point, his form came into view. There he was, just standing at the top flight of stairs greeting her with a mouth full of excessively white, gleaming teeth and matching suit. She knew within an instant, who it was from his photos, there was no mistaking him. She tried to stop her ascent but the people behind her only forced her ever closer toward him.