He was going to make it!

Months of planning, working out every angle, every variable that could possibly cause things to go wrong and now he was inches away from the next building…

…The bullets whizzing past him hadn’t been one of those variables. The building he’d just leapt from was supposed to be empty ahead of the grand unveiling ceremony this morning. Had someone tipped them off? Had he missed something and aroused suspicion? Was it just lousy timing? None of that mattered. Not anymore. Nothing would matter if he couldn’t stretch far enough to grab this ledge and pull himself to safety!

The momentum from his jump was running out, he felt gravity beginning to claw at his slight frame. Another whoosh and a pop as a bullet slammed into the concrete a foot or so away from him.

Lucky.

He’d been lucky all night, got the job done. Was it going to sustain him? His muscles strained, his lungs burned, only millimetres between safety and the chasm below now.

He was going to make it…

…Right?

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George Beedham

George is a comic writer/artist, taking a busman's holiday from writing about people in tights being punched in the face. Please bare with him as he tries to remember how the hell to write without pictures.

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