You are standing on the edge of a building.

It’s neither your job nor your wish to be at this place, but you are there nevertheless. No railing exists that would prevent you from stepping off, but then no railing is typically necessary for the roof of a building filled with machinery. A railing would be of great comfort now, given the eighty floors of said building between you and the parking lot.

Despite calm conditions when last you were at ground level, there is a steady wind at this height punctuated by cold, sharp gusts. Once such gust momentarily pulls at your equilibrium, causing a surge of adrenaline that pricks your fingertips. The risk of falling and hazardous weather patterns notwithstanding, the view on your city from this vantage point is undeniably beautiful. Having the perspective to see such a number of people moving with each other, with the noise reduced to a distant drone, is oddly peaceful.

The five men behind you with weapons trained at your head, however, are not peaceful.