The elevators were broken.

That would not have been much of a problem if it hadn't meant that Mike had to walk up thirty flights of stairs. By the time he got to his cubicle he was sweaty and exhausted.

He had just put in his headphones when the fire alarm rang.

"Seriously?" he said. The other associates gathered up whatever papers they'd been working on and started to file out. Mike grumbled and followed suit.

It was the thought of shuffling down those thirty flights of stairs, only to struggle back up again, that drove him over the edge. By the time Mike entered the stairwell he had already made up his mind; he practically flew up the stairs to the roof.

Donna was waiting.

Mike was very proud when his jaw didn't drop. "Did you pull the fire alarm?"

Donna placed a hand to her heart. "Me? Why would I ever do that?"

He glanced around. "How did you get here so fast?"

"I climbed out Harvey's window," she said matter-of-factly.

"In those shoes?"

"Watch it, or when we get to the climbing lessons I'm going to make you wear them."

Mike swallowed nervously. "Climbing lessons?"

"What, did you think you'd learn how to fall off a building and we'd leave it at that?" Donna asked, amused.

"I still have to do the falling part."

"Don't worry, it's not that hard," she said. "And then we can get to the part where you kill people."

"Don't I need a license for that?" Mike asked.

She smiled. "Quit stalling and jump already."

He stepped cautiously to the edge and looked down. They were dizzyingly high; the haystack was a tiny yellow dot below them.

"Does Harvey know?" Mike stalled. "About all this?"

"He knows as much as he needs to," said Donna. "Plausible deniability and all."

"Why is that necessary?"

"I did say we'd be killing people."

Mike stared. "I'm starting to think this was a bad idea."

Donna gave him a playful shove. He stumbled forward and almost lost his balance.

"Jesus, are you trying to kill me?"

"I'm trying to make you stop thinking about it," she told him. "Stop stalling and just jump."

Mike peered out over the edge again. Below, the tiny dots of cars and people swirled past, heedless of the miracle that was about to take place above them. Overhead, an eagle soared, out of place in a city that never saw them.

He took a deep breath and grinned at Donna. "Leap of faith, right?" He stepped over the edge.

And he flew.