The front window fogged faintly from the inside.
One customer was leaving as he watched — the bell over the door catching the light as it swung open, a woman with a shopping bag disappearing around the corner.
He tracked her exit.
Then his eyes moved to the window.
One figure inside. Moving between the counter and the oven.
He studied the shop for exactly three seconds.
Then he stepped off the edge of the tower.
He fell straight down.
Not in a controlled way — not the measured descent of someone with power who is choosing to fall. He went 'limp', completely limp, the way a body goes when it has stopped arguing with gravity, and he simply dropped, hair pushed back from his face by the speed of it, expression open and almost peaceful.
The roof of the bakery received him.
CRASH.
The sound was enormous in a small space.
