Still playing her games…
She’s consistent…
I’ve seen enough. I’m in no position to do anything right now, at least not if I want to get out of this alive.
Time to leave…
Plan…
… then return…
I’m about to leave when an idea strikes. Phone in hand, I snap each of the faces inside. The lighting’s a bit raw, but it’s good enough for this.
Ducking under the window ledge, I creep back along the balcony and make my way down again. My suit’s suffering. It’s meant for lounging and strolling in, not for playing Spiderman. From the lowest balcony level, I hang on with my fingers as low as I can then let myself drop, landing on my toes.
I’m still down the side of the block, out of sight of the main street, so I take a moment to brush myself down when…
“And where d’you think you’re going?”
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