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weight began to make the tree bend, made it lean away from building, I was going further and further away from it. When the tree bent, it inched further and further from the building, making me look down at where I was about to plummet and break another leg. How was I going to explain this one?
    Just then, the tree began to sway the other way, toward the building, inching closer and closer to the roof. I was going to make it! Just one more foot and I was in the clear!
    Nevertheless, the roof wasn't my destiny; it was the window right below. When I realized I wasn't going to make it onto the roof, I clutched the tree, making the pine needles go through the ski mask and dig into the side of my face. I couldn't feel the pain this time though; too much adrenaline relieved the pain. The next thing I did feel, though, and I imagine it should've hurt more than it did. It definitely hurt the next day.
    I crashed into the window right below the roof, into the second floor. I landed on my back, with glass digging into my skin. Wade's voice yelled in my pocket, asking me if I was ok.
    "Oh my God!" a women exclaimed rushing into the office I broke into.
    I sat up and backed up into the wall using my hands and good leg, causing more glass to pierce my flesh. Fear of being caught took over; my eyes searched for a way to escape.
    "I'm sorry!" I yelped, apologizing for the breaking and entering. I can't believe I made a yelping sound...
    "It's no problem; we can get a new window. Are you ok?" she asked in a soft and soothing voice.
    I looked up at her, in the eyes, for the first time. The lights were dim, seeing as how the office was after hours, most of the lights were off. But, despite the lighting, I could tell she was both concerned, and hot. She was gorgeous. Short blonde hair that cut off between her ear and jaw, caring eyes bright enough to sparkle in the moonlight, and she had affectionate hands that were more than eager to help me up.
    I wondered, scared to speak, why she was so worried for someone in a ski mask... until I realized I wasn't wearing one. The pine needles must have hooked onto the mask when I fell in here. Thank God it wasn't my pants; I'm wearing my Superman boxers.
    She helped me limp over to a chair, one of the dozen in the room. Although it appeared to be a conference room, there were laptops on the long desk in front of each chair.
    My cell phone began vibrating in short bursts. "Are you in shock?" the women asked, checking my wounds.
    "A little, I think," I lied, not knowing what my next move should be. I sneakily checked my cell phone and on it, in big bold letters read:
     
    GET OUT OF THERE!
     
    "Let me call an ambulance for you; I think you need it," she advised, pulling out her cell phone.
    "No - wait - I think I'm ok," I replied, standing painfully quick. I hopped up and down on my good leg. "It's just a couple pieces of glass, nothing to worry about."
    "Are you sure?" she asked with worry. Her eyebrows burrowed. "You know, you shouldn't be tree climbing this late at night; it's dark."
    My cell phone started vibrating again, so I glanced over and read what Wade or Irene had to say.
     
    She thinks you were tree climbing, she's naive; this is the perfect girl for you! Ask her out on a date!
     
    "Yeah... I really didn't expect the tree to bend," I told the woman.
    "I think you need to sit down a little longer. I'll get the first aid kit."
    As soon as she left, I put the phone to my ear. "What do you need me to do?" I asked quickly, for fear she would come back any second.
    "Leave, abort the mission," Wade ordered me.
    "No," I responded firmly. "I didn't come this far to give up."
    "Well..." he said, thinking about it.
    "Just tell me what to do!"
    "Point your cell phone's camera around the room you're in, at all the computers."
    I did as he said, showing him all the laptops. That's when I noticed my palms had little rocks of glass pressed into them. The pain came to my hands when I noticed them.
    "This is