Stasko flicks the headlights back on then rushes around to where the punk’s body lies, hoping that he’s hit her hard enough to floor her without doing any major damage. She groans, holding her leg. Rolls onto her back. “What the fuck is going on ton...
It takes him time to realize it is the noise of the pulleys working. He is being lowered to the ground once more. It must be over. The crowd, for the most part, has waned, although he has no idea how long he has been suspended up there. What is left of those gathered regard him with only a vague ...