Homeless

As the title implies, I'm out of house and home. There were proxies, too many for it to be a coincidence, and they knew exactly where I was. I don't know how, I kept everything fairly quiet, but they found me. Suppose it was inevitable, after a while. Any runner fort, regardless of defences, will fall. There's a reason we're called runners.

So the proxies came. I tried to stay put, thought I could hold out and get out after they'd been distracted by my security system. And it almost worked. They reached the door, and I fired up the coils, and they were all disorientated. Me too, actually. I could feel the Azoth inside my head, shifting. Rather disconcerting. It always leaves me feeling disconnected, like I'm watching it happen to someone else. But it was worse for the proxies; They were running into walls, throwing up, bleeding, dying, it seemed. It was awful. Then the machine stopped, might have been a blown fuse or something. I made it out into the hall, fell down the stairs, tried to get back up, but I couldn't, it was like this weight on my back and I was pushing against it but it was like I was doing nothing. Then someone knocked me out, hit me in the back of the head. I thought I was dead, for a bit, when I woke up. Must have wanted me alive for some reason- maybe hoping to use Craft?

I woke up in a car boot. New experience. Couldn't get it open, but I was panicked. Don't like small spaces. Managed to break through the back seat. I'm at a motorway service station, with a laptop, and my clothes. Kind of them to leave one. Suspicious. No idea where to go now, no idea where I am.