Jay watched as Damien dropped his duffel bag at his feet, their parachute packs inside. He didn’t like this plan much. Firstly because he’d had to return to Kevin in Chinatown and bargain for his parachute back—a hard bargain he’d only managed by coughing up Nasira’s MP7 and magazine. Secondly because he really, really didn’t like jumping off or out of high places.
Damien ripped off his work overalls and cap. Jay followed suit, even though he’d neglected to wear a cap because hat hair was an unacceptable compromise. They were both wearing their harnesses underneath. Jay placed his toolbox on the ground—he’d been carrying it mostly for show—and took out a screwdriver and two pairs of goggles. He handed a set to Damien. When James Bond freefell to steal a bad guy’s parachute, he looked cool
