Chapter Ninety-Five

Pause! Pause! Pause!

The critical moment is now. The pavement metres away from my face I cross my fingers and place my grip on time. 

As I'd hoped, my descent is brought to a crawl but in a few seconds I cover the distance and slam onto the ground, groaning in pain.

Fuck, at least I know it works.

On the street I'm greeted with startled gasps from couples and the hotel attendants. With eyes on me I start to get up, someone could have already alerted the target and his horde of bodyguards.

As I do, an audible crack erupts from my rib, eliciting a silent cry of pain, "Oh lord, once this is done...I'm staying in bed for a week."

Getting to my feet at last I push aside the valet that runs up to me trying to help, a flash of my blaster keeps all others away. Clutching my side I walk through the spinning doors and find even more of the wealth displayed at the Penthouse.