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Rat Attack
A pair of hands came out of nowhere and caught my right wrist, only my stomach plunging ten storeys down. I looked up and saw Nathan holding on to me, half of his body leaning out over the window ledge. He hauled me up, all the way in through the window.
We collapsed on a cool, dusty floor inside, before sorting ourselves out of a human tangle and peeping over the ledge. The cops and La Firma in the space below buildings were shouting and pointing to the sky, the ladder in two broken pieces on the ground. A handful of injured men getting urgent attention, having shared the impact of the falling wood.
I looked across the gap and through the bathroom window we’d just climbed out of. Jenny and Pablo were rockstars. They’d kept the cops talking just long enough for us to clim
