Zev saw the shattered glass fall to the ground as he approached the building. He climbed the outside of the wall, scaling it with ease. His leather gloves kept him from cutting his hands. He'd been about to swing up into the window, when suddenly a plume of heat kept him dangling. When the pain stopped licking the tops of his fingers, he flipped into the room. "Something wrong?"
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