The blast had concussed me, and of course I had landed on my dislocated shoulder. The overpowering stench of the sewer let me know I was still alive, other than the pain of course. I pushed myself up with my left arm and looked for my knife. A rather nasty pile of crap had become its home. I picked it up and looked at my tac-pad. The map was letting me know my only option was to move forward. As I limped forward the minor headache started, and no pills, great. The all too familiar report of a gunshot echoed down the sewer, followed by 3 more. I slid behind a pile of trash and what appeared to be a dead synth, footsteps announced the presence of another coming towards me.