He stood a better chance against Short Circuit – if that’s who was inside – before the lamps came back on. His engineered eyes gave him an advantage in the dark, even if Short Circuit had been able to fumble around on the floor and find his gun. Jordan sped past the stewards. Two of them had located torches and beams of light were flashing from side to side like unruly headlights. Jordan didn’t believe for a moment that they’d keep the torches to themselves and leave the audience in total darkness. By now, the crowded chamber must have emergency lamps. He had no choice but to confront the gunman in the light. Then it happened. Like a firework illuminating the night sky, the lighting suddenly flared and the whole building shone brightly. Jordan’s delicate cameras took an instant to adjust and his hearing picked up the ironic cheers from the council chamber. He took a breath and then made for the hall. Just as he was reaching out for the handle, the door opened and the broad-shouldered man was standing in his way.
