I land hard against the
side of the balcony on the new building. My feet dangle off the
edge, but I have enough of a grip to pull myself up. Still, my
heart stops and then kicks into high gear at the prospect of
falling. I make it to the last balcony of this building without
incident. The outsiders and drones roaming the streets beneath
haven’t noticed me and my target building is three away.
I take another running
start to jump to the balcony of the next building and I land the
same way as I did before. This time, my stomach takes the brunt of
the impact and I have the wind knocked out of me. Before I have
time to react, the concrete gives way and I fall.
The sensation of falling
stops and I look to see that the strap of the rifle has caught on a
large metal wire. It’s the o
