The neverending story

You reach into your back to grab your automatic pistol. Only to find you're grabbing nothing but your belt. You curse under your breath. Your hunch was right, people were following you, and somehow they'd managed to sneak up and snatch your weapon straight from you without your notice or consent. You're startled by your knew thoughts that flood in.

They had planned this. They know who you are.


You've got one chance of escape, the taxi driver has now closed the safety window, so now you cannot get anywhere near him. How do you make this out?