The assault of bullets wouldn't end, not while they were alive. Despite Octave's success in taking out a number of the defense units, the remaining machine had their hiding spot on target. Metal blockades had provided a sufficient shelter but even metal wouldn't last if the barrage didn't end soon.

Keeping his head down, Octave tried to come up with a new plan, one that would end in survival but his first thought became: should have taken the bus. If he hadn't gone to the train station then he wouldn't be in such a mess. The moment he saw the protestors, he knew they were in trouble and had barely made it to the blockade without injury. But it had been a small girl's idea to fight back.

She hadn't said a word, the child. Despite the death that cluttered the floor of the station, despite whoever she traveled with ending up a bloody mess, the girl hadn't even cried yet.

There had to be a way out. He knew the System and once it determined would kill anyone without any remorse or concern. But he became determined to find a way out, at least one long enough to get the girl to safety before the system took his own life for his fighting back.

A light tap against his arm interrupted his thought. The little girl held up one of her shoes, within her eyes, a hint. Taking the shoe, it took him a moment while the pings of metal under fire continued. Then it hit him. Taking a deep breath, he tossed the little girl's shoe out as far from their position as possible. When the gunfire followed the object to destroy what had moved out from the shelter and that was his moment. Standing up, he blasted the System's machine. Relieved, he hid back down waiting for a few minutes to make sure the machines couldn't fire anymore before they would make any attempt of escape.

Octave looked at the girl, ready to leave when he noticed a strange look in her eyes. She focused just over his shoulder at something, so he turned at once to see a man standing between them and the exit with a gun directed at his head. He expected the shot but instead a little shoe flew threw the air and hit the man in the head.

The man stared, appearing confused, while his gun wavered and Octave took that as his moment. Without any further thought, he shot the man. Not waiting long after the body crumbled to the floor before picking the girl up and carrying her out of the subway.