There was only one way I could reach that balcony, a tiny square above the two-kilometer drop into the valley below. A gut-gripping nausea fought with the pain, but the pain won easily. Angelina may not have been in sightbut her spoor was around me on all sides. The results were anticlimactic to say the least. The electrostatic rifle leaning against a bundle of steel bolts for the crossbow made a typical picture. You love me for everything that I am, because we are both the same. Nevertheless I still wanted it disconnected. The others crowded around and I gave them a few seconds to enjoy the thing.