He swore as the opponent dashed past, his reflexes all wrong today, and debated chasing him. His body, however, decided that chasing was the 'correct' course of action, and he took off at a dead sprint, hoping the armor was working properly as he ran out the side door just behind the criminal, the electrogun in its holster across his back. Or at least, that was what the plan was, until he slammed into the closing door, losing his balance and tumbling right into the wall of the building across from the way, just in time to watch the criminal vanish around the far corner. Deciding that today was deciding to be a massive fucking douche for some reason, and the impact with the wall had made his ears ring, he righted himself, put out the fire on his hat that had fallen off, and then headed back inside.<br/><br/><em>[Athletics -2 = base(1) + roll(-3)<br/>Fate point to reroll original roll<br/>Athletics -1 = base(1) + roll(-2)]</em>