The only things that can get in and out are mice, insects and birds.
Mice, insects and birds.
Birds.
Hmm.
It's time to fly.
As Mike fell from the ledge, he manoeuvred himself in mid air into a skydiving X, stretching out his legs and flinging his arms out wide.
I sure hope this works.
He felt for the cable in his left sleeve. There it was, a small jerk was all it would need. Mike closed his eyes and pulled.
Geronimo.
Mike heard a loud crack and opened his eyes. He wasn't dead, which was a good start. Nor was he still falling. He looked down at himself; he was wearing a wingsuit.
