“This an only spell trouble!” you think to yourself. You ignore the knocking on the door and head towards the window. There is a thin ledge that you can just about stand on. You are confident that you can make the room next to yours where Emily and the professor is booked into. As a pilot you are used to heights, but as you get out of the window and look down a severe case of vertigo grips you. Six stories are a far way to fall.
You edge your way towards Emily’s room. People look like ants far below. You hear a large cracking sound as your door shatters in your room, the thug must have broken down your door. Seconds later, a large head suspended on a thick next look out of the window.
“Don’t be stupid, come back!” he says in a thick accent. “I just want the data”. He reaches for your leg. Instinctively you react and try to move your leg out of the way. The sudden movement throws you off-balance. You frantically reach out, arms and hands desperately grasping for anything to hold onto. You tilt dangerously forward, imbalance forcing you to step forward into clear air.
The memory stick is found a few days later when Emily goes through your personal belongings. It is eventually distributed over the internet as Emily intended. The website is dedicated to your selfless sacrifice.
The end.
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