I’m faaallliiiinnnggg, down into my shaaaadow~. I’m reminiscing about part of a song, but I can’t help it. It feels like it fits my situation perfectly. Although I’m not entirely sure if I’ll land on my shadow when I hit the ground, I could just as easily land on a person, a car, whatever. Unless I get hit by a flying car as I fall, that’s also a possibility. I’m joking about this, but I’m actually in a very serious situation. I had just been thrown off the roof of my hotel in New York City, known as the City of Travel since space travel became a thing back in 2177. It all started a couple of hours ago…
I was awoken in the middle of the night by someone hidden by the darkness when they shoved a gun in my face and told me to follow them if I wanted to live. When I asked how I knew they wouldn’t just kill me after I followed them, they whipped the pistol across my face and I was returned to my previous state of unconsciousness. When I woke up again I was on the roof with two people dressed in stereotypical burglar outfits: pants, long sleeved shirts, and masks, all black. I sat up slowly and found that my hands were handcuffed behind my back.
“You know what’s about to happen right? And why?” The first person to speak sounded feminine, though I wasn’t sure if they were a woman due to their figure. She should’ve worn something a bit more flattering.
“Sorry, but you’ve got the wrong guy,” I tried to keep my usual sarcasm out of my voice when I spoke to them while glancing at the edge of the building that was far too close for comfort. Obviously they’re going to throw me off this building, probably make it look like I fell off while drunk or something. There was a bag near their feet, and I could smell the alcohol from where I sat. Also next to the bag were my phone, e-reader, and wallet, the only things I kept with me at all times. Although it seemed they didn’t notice that I was wearing an earpiece, or that it was still connected to my phone. Too bad the connection in the area was so bad, or else I would have been able to call the cops. Oh well, not like they would have gotten here in time to save me anyways.
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“Oh really, and how do you figure that?” The second person to speak both sounded and looked like a man. His voice hinted at amused curiosity.
“I didn’t order any kind of kinky kidnapper play, I think that was- Agh!” I had barely gotten out my reply before the woman kicked me in the chest and I fell backwards, right off the edge of the building. As I began to fall I could hear the man screaming, and so, before I fell out of range, I mentally switched over to the listening device I had installed on my phone to hear what they said.
“The hell did you do that for!?” He sounded incredulous that his partner had just kicked me to certain death. Maybe they weren’t going to kill me after all? “You know that we were supposed to ask about his informants first!” Oh, well I guess they were.
“Sh-shut up!” The woman sounded embarrassed at her slip up, with hints of panic in her voice, but there was something else too… “You know I hate it when people assume that their situation isn’t serious because I’m a woman! You heard him, he thought that this was a sex thing!” Yep, apparently this was a sensitive subject for her. Heh, my family did always tell me that my mouth would get me killed some day.
I fell out of signal range before I could hear the man’s reply. The hotel was about one hundred-fifty stories, so I had a bit of time before I hit the ground. Well, not really, but enough time for some nonsensical thoughts and to consider something. What informants were they talking about? Where would I get informants, and for what? Unfortunately, that was all the time I had to consider as I hit the ground, closing my eyes so that my last sight would be… the highrise buildings and neon signs… Damnit.