Timing was everything. She could feel the jump approaching; its characteristic itch had already passed her collarbone and was inching its way down her back and right arm. The wrist monitor beeped again and she tapped it into muteness. It could happen at any moment.

Not yet!

She turned into the alleyway and swung herself gracefully up onto the fire escape. Was he still following? Had he brought it?

The buzzing in her ears increased, becoming almost painful. It was a good sign. A short jump and she could be trapped here. A long jump though; she crossed herself. Who knows when she would turn up.