"Weak and useless, am I? Who's the little fish now, you vicious bitch?  It's my job now.  My job, my job, my job." He kept repeating this last phrase over and over as Sheckley eased away from the scene.  What was so amazing to him was how it all seemed so natural to everyone around him.  He guessed that in this world, it was natural.  Darwin had triumphed here in this building.  Everyone watched out only for himself.  The ultimate corporate environment.  The only rule was survive and triumph.

Sheckley broke into a full sprinter's run now.  How would he get out of this madhouse, this mad state.  He'd even get back Gail.  But not according to Darwin, according to Sheckley.  He didn't know how he would do it, but he knew if he survived this, anything was possible.

More shots bounced around him.  Peterson had recruited more people in the hunt.  As he ran along, Sheckley passed small knots of employees covering up their bosses like Secret Service agents protecting the President.  Sheckley burst through the firedoor into the stairwell and charged down the stairs.  Behind him he heard Peterson calling after him.

"Sheckley!  Sheckley!  I'm coming for you, Sheckley!  I'm coming for you with bullets!" Peterson screamed.