[ Andy doesn't even have time to swear. Her stomach drops like a fucking stone, all that dark hair whipping around her as she plummets towards the pavement. Her body responds the way that it should — heart throbbing, lungs squeezing tight — but there's that pulse of adrenaline too, a few brilliant seconds of pure fucking thrill. The utter lack of control. The freedom of a freefall. And she's halfway crazy enough to think it that feeling could just be worth being splattered on the ground.
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Either way, all she can do is let it happen. ]