sixwords

Further Continuation - by Dawn Penguin

An unfriendly voice emanated from behind the desk. "What are you doing in my office?"

He edged toward the door, and flipped on the light before answering. He was relieved to see that the desk was manned by a human. "Hiding from the enemy, Sir," he replied. "Is there another way out of here?"

"Well." The man's disapproving look was starting to be a bit disconcerting. "You *could* jump out the window, but the traffic might get all snarled up by a dead body in the road." His face wrinkled at the thought. "I suppose, since you're desperate, I can let you use my rope ladder. I guess."

The man stood up slowly, opened the window, and dropped the ladder out. He stepped to one side, hovering possessively. "Well, go on."

He nodded and stepped out onto the ladder. Glancing down, he saw that he was about fifteen stories up. He closed his eyes for a moment to squelch the dizziness, and started down.