onsdag den 5. januar 2011


    Jax lands hard, biting his tongue and tasting blood. Nothing is broken or strained. That's good. His heart is racing and his arms are shaking. His palms are bleeding,  sand and gravel sticking to them. He dares a quick peek behind him and sees the dark suited men jumping from rooftop to rooftop. They're gaining on me, he thinks. If he doesn't do something clever, he's going to end up like Jane. He launches himself off the roof and towards the large window in the building opposite. With a resounding thud he hits the 2 inch-thick window and knocks himself unconscious.

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