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was hearing things around him. Lots of people were screaming around him, and agonising screams too. In a daze he slowly covered his ears. He didn't realise at first but he was holding his breath, and it wasn't until something hit his abdomen that he let the breath out. He inhaled sharply, and in doing so he felt his lungs fill with the fume around him. He felt it burning slightly in his lungs. He coughed and spluttered and tried to look around him, but his vision was blurring. He felt his guts lurch upward as he vomited on the floor, then instantly blacked out.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 3
     
    Martin awoke slowly. As his senses slowly came back to him, he realised he was led in a heap the floor. What had happened? He had absolutely no idea how he got there. He tried to remember what had happened and slowly the chain of events came back to him. He had looked out the window of the bank to see a thick cloud of purple fog cover everything. His first assumption was that it had been a tear gas of sorts, but why would the police set it off in the street? He had stepped back to the back wall of the bank with the hostages and his team mates. The fog crept in like a mass of cockroaches and filled the space of the bank to the point he couldn't see. He had felt dizzy and fallen over. Then he heard a man and woman scream, but not through fear, through pure agony. Had he not been so light headed the noise would have shook him the core, but he had blacked out while the screams had been going on. Who had screamed?
    It was at this point he lifted his head. The fog was still lingering in the bank. He looked out the window and could see that the fog was thick out there, pressed against the window like the sea would press against the port holes of a submarine. He could see the street light outside the bank and just about make out the one across the street. The fact they were on told him that it had either gone dark while he was on the floor or the fog was so thick that it blocked out the sun. The only other lights were the still flashing blue lights of the police vehicles in the street. He couldn't see any movement out there. For all he knew he was alone.
    “ Alone?” he thought. He sat up straight and looked around. He called out. “Gaz? Conner?” He got no immediate response but saw on his left someone lying there. He pulled his mask off and got to his feet. Based on the gun in the person's hand he could see it must have been Dave. He got on his knees next to him. “Dave?” he said with a nervous tone sounding in his voice, and he removed Dave's mask. Dave's eyes were closed, he wasn't moving. His face looked quite peaceful. His dark hair was stuck in a funny way but other than that he just looked as though he was sleeping. He checked for a pulse and found it straight away. “Thank God,” he said aloud.
    He slapped Dave's face lightly and he started to stir. His eyes slowly opened and he looked around. He looked at Martin. “What the hell happened?” he asked groggily.
    “ I have no idea, but something weird is going on,” said Martin, “do you remember what happened?”
    “ Yeah, some gas or something came in. The last thing I remember was someone screaming.” He looked around and saw the fog still hanging in the air of the bank. “What is this, tear gas?”
    “ Like I said, I've got no idea,” answered Martin. He stood up and offered a hand to Dave. “Come on, get up,” he said. Dave took his hand and Martin pulled him up. The two of them looked around.
    Still slightly dazed, Dave saw another one of the team on the ground ahead of them. “There,” he said while pointing. The two of them walked over to the person on the ground. Dave noticed the M4 lying close by. “I think its Conner,” he said. Dave reached out to touch him, but squinting through the low light he noticed something very odd. The white of the Rorschach mask was off coloured, stained a pinkish colour that didn't look too dissimilar from