“You’re completely outnumbered” he said softly, leaning towards her so only she could hear.

It was true, a number of men in black suits surrounded her, and they would be swarming all over the building now that the alarm had been raised.

She brushed a wisp of hair away from her forehead, took a sip of champagne and drank in the gorgeous view over the city far below.

The man frowned.  “You do realise there’s no escape?”

Suddenly glass panes shattered all around them as, with a deafening roar of jets, a strange aircraft ascended into view.

She clapped her hands over her ears as she looked up at him, grinning, wind whipping her dress around her legs.  “YOU WERE SAYING?”


About TheImaginator

35 year old sciolist living in Tokyo. I like swing dancing, Twitter word games, writing, using Stumbleupon.com, reading, and watching movies. I write stuff on my blog occasionally.
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4 Responses to Outnumbered

  1. I like it 🙂 engaging and intriguing for a short piece

  2. zookyworld says:

    The lady is quite resourceful — I liked your setup to draw a seemingly suffocating situation for her, and then the escape. Batman could take notes from her.

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