Chapter 13 - THE DESCENT IN THE STORM
The metal platform jolted violently as it began its steep descent down the glass facade of the towering skyscraper.
Wind howled around Clara like a choir of angry ghosts, threatening to tear her small frame off the metal floor.
Baby Maya began to cry loudly against her chest, frightened by the roaring air currents and sudden drop.
"Shh... mommy's got you, baby... mommy's got you," Clara chanted repeatedly, wrapping her arms tightly around the child.
Above her on the roof, two operatives fired their suppressed weapons down at the descending window platform.
Bullets struck the thick glass windows beside her, sending sparkling fragments raining down through the dark night air.
One bullet hit the left support cable, causing the metal platform to snap sideways at a dangerous forty-five-degree angle.
Clara screamed, her feet slipping on the slick aluminum deck as she caught herself on the emergency safety chain.
She hung precariously over the abyss, suspended by a single damaged cable fifty floors above the pavement.
Inside the building, right behind the glass window beside her dangling rig, a figure suddenly appeared.
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It was Mr. Cole, his navy shirt soaked in blood around his shoulder, holding a heavy iron fire extinguisher.
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