[color=pink][i]"Holy Shit..."[/i][/color] Anya cursed in disbelief as the large steel roller door began to lift. Of corse she had asked for this to happen but a part of her remained in doubt, that was up until now.

[color=pink][i]"Fuck!"[/i][/color] She cursed again, this time at herself for moving too slow. The door had began to close already. Then it stopped and raised again. 
The footsteps grew nearer and faster undoubtably in response to her not-so-quiet cursing. Wasting no more time Anya dropped her case and pushed it across the floor with a firm fast kick before sliding under the small gap herself with the skill and finesse of a well trained acrobat. 

[color=pink][i]"Shut it! Quick!"[/i][/color] Anya demanded standing up and spinning around just as two operatives crashed into the grating from the other side. 
Anya recalled they were quite well armed so she didn't hang around or take any chances. 

She had wanted a car but unfortunately no one was working overtime tonight in this particular office building. Her shoes slapped loudly across the concrete floor, echoing off the nearby walls with every step. She raced throughout the open small space, closely watched by security cameras tracking her every move. 

The bottom level seemed to be fully enclosed. There was no obvious escape from here. Still lugging her suitcase Anya sprinted towards the second level ramp. She was hit by disappointment as a solid wall filled her immediate vision with a possible elevator entrance and another solid security gate. Anya was about call for help when she noticed the thick solid chain binding it shut. 

Unable to go forward she looks back. This level had a small opening above the ledge that looked out over the alley way. Directly opposite the alley and in a perfect line of sight from where Anya stood was a four by four foot closed window. From recollection Anya knew the alley way couldn't have been any more than 15ft in width. Or so she hoped.

[color=pink][i]"Hey babe, how's things on your side? I might be a little while. Gotta stretch my wings a bit."[/i][/color] She thought she was being cute but truthfully she grew nervous.

On the floor below her a loud bang was followed by the thundering echo of rapid heavy steps. Still hot on her trail Anya ran. Sprinting as fast as she could she had to time her steps carefully. She only had one chance to get her foot placed perfectly on that ledge. 

Bringing up her suitcase like a shield Anya took her first leap. Pushing off her left leg she had to raise her right thigh up high as to land her foot up on the ledge. 
Stubbing her toes on the very corner she made it up, but her poor footing had twisted her. Unable to do anything but follow her momentum she continued the jump. Instead of face on she hurtled herself in an almost shoulder-barge position while clinging the suitcase tightly to her chest and awaiting the horrid crash of splintering sharp glass.

...

It never came. Instead there was a heavy thud as she hit the ground hard, landing awkwardly on her shoulder before proceeded to slide right into a nearby wall smashing her head. With blurry dazed vision Anya looked back to the unbroken open window that held the silhouette of a man beside it.

At least her getaway was silent, but what had she got herself into now.