Sneak

The catwalk suddenly broke loose from its mounting. Victoria scrambled to hold onto the railing, but her feet couldn't get a grasp on the grating. She was going to fall. Victoria closed her eyes briefly, trying to think. Her messenger bag swung into her side roughly. She looked around. There, beneath her, was a small staircase, leading up to a windowless door. There was a small platform before it as well. Victoria looked down where her feet dangled, aiming. She swung her body around to move the messenger bag to a more ideal position and paused, collecting her breath. The drop was far, but she had fallen further before. Once, she had jumped off a roof. This wasn't too much different.

1...2...shit, I'm falling.

Victoria landed on her feet, but the force of hitting the concrete below buckled her legs, and she fell to her side, scraping her elbows. The bag came tumbling after. Her head spun at the impact. The drab green door stood before her, and the catwalk dangled above. Victoria sat up quickly and scanned the alley for signs of demon activity. Nothing. Tentatively, she got to her feet and walked toward the door. She reached into her bag for one of her hand-made smoke bombs. Just to be safe. She eased toward the door, tested the knob and quickly pressed her back to the wall beside it. No obvious sign of life. No sounds.

No, wait. There were sounds. And quite a lot of them too. She should have kept walking, but there was no way to be sure that she would be safe walking in the open street. This warehouse would keep her hidden just a little bit longer. Victoria's grip tightened on the smoke bomb as she prepared to go in. She caught the door with her foot as it swung closed, and peered inside.