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board was wedged in place.  The wood dug into the gravel rooftop and managed to hold, but it wouldn’t last forever.
    Tobias ran to the side of the building and looked over the edge.  Aw hell, he was at least four stories up.  There was no way he could jump that.  He looked up the street but couldn’t spot Tammy anywhere.  He guessed she got away.  He hoped she got away.  He told himself she did get away.
    He then looked around the roof but couldn’t see anything useful to him.  The building was detached from those around it and shorter by several stories.
    With a sigh, Tobias sat on the edge of the building and faced the door.  The beams wouldn’t hold up much longer under the force of the hammering hands.  Tobias put his camera up on his shoulder and placed his eye against the viewfinder.  He took a deep breath and went into film mode.  At least his last shot was going to be a killer.  Literally.
    The door burst outward, the beams clattering off over the stones.  The mini mob took no time to look around and ran straight at their prey.  Just as they were about to reach him, though, something ripped Tobias’s mind out of film mode.  Something had grabbed him around the waist, and somehow, that something pulled him over the edge of the building.  Out into space.

2:
    Cillian
     
     
     
    Cillian put his booted feet up on the dashboard, a cigarette hanging from his lips unlit.
    “If you’re not going to smoke it, why do you have it?”  Jim sat to his left in the driver seat, looking out through the windshield.
    “I can’t smoke it in the truck, and I’m not going out there unless I absolutely have to.”  Cillian settled deeper into his seat and closed his eyes.  “I hate babysitting calls.”
    “Oh?  And you have something better to do at the station?”  Jim hit him on the arm.  “We’re getting a free concert man, lighten up.”
    “So far they’ve only featured bands I don’t like.” After opening his eyes again, he hit Jim back.  “They have their own security guards and a bunch of police officers are walking around.  There’s no reason for us to be here too.”
    “But what if there’s a fire?”  A sarcastic grin pulled up the corners of Jim’s mouth.  He put on a stupid voice that all the guys used to represent the mayor, “Gotta have them there firemen all ready at the scene just in case.  Maybe they should start putting us on street corners, and then we can always provide an immediate response.”
    This caused Cillian to break out into laughter, dropping his cigarette.  He liked working with Jim.  Jim was all right.
    The back door creaked open and Doyle climbed in.  “Man, it’s hot out there, especially in all this damn gear.”
    “No shit, Sherlock, why do you think we’re staying in here?”  Cillian sat up straighter and twisted around in his seat.  “You get the pop?”
    Doyle passed a can of Pepsi up to Cillian.
    “Pepsi?  I thought I said Coke?”
    “Pepsi is all they had.”  Doyle handed another can to Jim.
    “Lame.”  Cillian snapped open the can and took a huge swallow.  “Bleh.  I don’t know how some people can say they can’t taste the difference.”
    “I’m one of those people.”  Jim cracked open his own drink.
    “Yeah, but we’ve already proven you have no sense of taste.  That goes for clothing too,” Cillian grinned at him.  A good ribbing was common at their firehouse.  They all had something to poke fun at each other about, but lately the guys had toned down on Cillian.  You couldn’t poke fun at a guy’s long-term relationship if he was no longer in one.
    “You know we’re wearing the same shit right now, don’t you, Knight?” Jim pointed out.
    “Uniforms don’t count.”  Cillian knocked Jim lightly in the head with a nearby helmet.  After a thought, he put the helmet on his own head and pulled it down over his eyes.  It was rather effective at blocking out the sunlight.  “Now shut up, I’m