The last thing Tyler knew before he woke up in jail was Arris shouting at the police and a gun butt slamming his face. Darkness. “What is this… where am I?” “Shut up.” A dim light turned on and illuminated where Tyler was sitting. A distant, deep voice said,
"How do you know what you know?" Tyler tried avoiding the question. With one eye creaked open, he asked, "What do you mean?" The voice spoke again, this time demanding an answer. "What you said in that classroom, how do you know that?" Tyler paused and looked down. He swore under his breath. "Why is that so important to you?" A long pause occurred and he heard a door creak open. He felt wind and he started to move, yet he was motionless. The wind got faster and the air felt thick. He felt like he was going to tip over when suddenly he felt a man's hand over his face. With one swipe Tyler could see again. He had been blind folded and drugged. All he saw was the street... hundreds of feet down. He was on top of a skyscraper, leaning off of the roof, with his life in a man's clutch. He turned around and saw five Colonial Police officers, all pointing rifles at him. They wore white and gray uniforms, and the rifles they carried matched them. He then saw one officer. The one inches away peering into Tyler's eyes and holding him by his shirt on the edge of the skyscraper.
"If you try a move, you will die." The officer said. Tyler winced and came to his senses. "Holy shit!" He looked back down and saw thousands of people, marching and shouting. He suddenly got a fear of heights that could never be cured. What looked like police forces, were behind barricades, protecting the capital. "You started this, Tyler." The officer spoke again. "How? I didn't even do anything." The wing got faster and colder and Tyler shivered. As fast as all this started, a police officer on the ground yelled an order in what seemed to be Russian, and all the police, including the ones on the roof with Tyler, pointed their guns at the protesters. Everything became silent after that. Tyler was on the edge of a skyscraper with officers pointing guns at every protester, including him. All there was to hear was the calm, dangerous wind, and a single... click.
