Shattered glass.

My Dropshot trenchcoat takes most of the damage. Agent Hightower takes the remaining.

We're both in for a seven story fall.

My heart is pumping my fear away. The blood rushing to my temples. I clench my fists, tighten my grip on the agent's collar. The bastard's grinning. Figures he got me. He doesn't.

Our coats are flapping in the wind. I try to knock him out but the gravity doesn't cooperate. I manage to keep myself away from his hits and still have no idea why he's reaching for my hat. He's gonna pay for that.

The slam on the ground takes my breath away. He doesn't give me time to recover. Soon I feel his knuckles into my cheek bones. I try to ignore the pain but it stings like sharp glass into my skin. None of my blows reach his face.

My vision darkens as he punches my consciousness away.

No.

Can't let that happen.

I clench my fists one more time, gathering my strengths. My whole body spasms in the painful effort. Throwing myself forward, I move my legs to activate the Bullfrog trousers. Not sure it's gonna work. I breath out before releasing the jump, and it feels like my muscles are burning, vibrating under the action of the hypertrousers. Growl. It doesn't matter. More important: we're now both into the air once again. I won't let him take me down this time. I'm gonna send him six feet under.

At the highest point, I activate the Bullfrog, releasing it immediately. The force projects us apart. I let myself float up, and fall down, landing on his back. Might've broken some bones if he's not dead.

"Ow."

I quickly get back on my feet, staggering for a few steps, ankles burning.

It's not over yet. There's still someone I have to take care of. The instigator of this whole mess. The man who ordered Selena's death. Who doomed Katie.

Fritz Gessler.

I climb all the way back up the tower, stepping in through the broken window. One last obstacle. I could enter the office and talk with him. Hear what he has to say. But I don't want to give him the satisfaction of a confrontation.

Honestly? I'm exhausted and just want to go home.

I kick the door to Gessler's office. It hits him in the face and flies through the window behind him. That's it. That's all it took. He doesn't deserve more attention than that.

I jump away.

Only once I'm safely in a subway car I pull out my phone and start typing.

Me
Gessler's down. Melanie Rooke
What about Hightower? Me
Same thing.
I don't think they're dead but I really don't care.
They won't be going anywhere any time soon, that's for sure. Melanie Rooke
Great. Thanks for everything, Richard.
The police is on its way, you should get out of here if you haven't already.

Like I'd stick around for this. I hope the chief of police appreciates me delivering the real killer to him.

Me
Don't worry about me.

I disconnect.

Ugh. What a weird night. Well. Time to update my blog.