@leathergrandpa
Couldn’t be later than 2 AM. The moon was high above head, either way, gently illuminating what the street lamps’ harsh light didn’t. The streets were oddly quiet for once, only a stray car going by every now and then. She could faintly hear the sound of feral cats digging through boxes or knocking trashcans over, but otherwise it was silent. A nice night to sit out on the steps and look at the stars.
Or, it would be, if she wasn’t just thrown out a window. When she hit the street, she felt something crack, but it would be a while before she knew exactly what. Dazed, she lay on the ground in the shattered glass for at least a minute, not moving. The most important lesson she had learned so far, was to play dead whenever it was a viable option. Especially viable right now, since they hadn’t thrown her gun out with her and torching the building wasn’t an option. So, instead, she played the goddamn possum and waited for the assholes she was supposed to be negotiating with to either come outside too, or genuinely think the impact of being thrown from a first story window killed her, and lose interest. One was looking far less likely than the other.