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It's five-thirty at the offices of Wolfram & Hart New York, and the regular workday is winding down.

Some people, of course, don't leave till much later, even under ordinary circumstances.

Which these are decidedly not.

"I'll need as many of you on guard as I can get." Emma's walking fast as she speaks, coming down the hall from her office, her heels clicking on the hallway floor. Brianna, soft-footed in sneakers and carrying an incongruous guitar case, keeps pace on her right; a handful of others trail in her wake. "All of you, ideally. Start calling now, and let's see if we can get everyone in by eight, start things rolling by nine -- Ajani?"

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[sunnydalealum]

The windowsills and other projections that are helping slow her fall are also helping in another way: they're gradually cutting off line of sight from the window.

Brianna steps back when she can't see the falling figure anymore, and looks over her shoulder at Emma.

"She might ... survive the fall," she says, unease and disbelief and apprehension mingling in her voice. "Should I take a team after her --?"

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"No," says Emma, sharply again. "No, I want everybody to stay here. There's no time to go after her."

She turns and strides across the room, toward the door. "We can still do this tonight."





It will be some minutes yet before they discover the hacked-apart root, which will mean that they can't do it tonight after all.

By the time anyone checks the pavement below the broken window, nothing will be left but the glass.