Jacqueline could feel her hands slipping; she had only seconds to come up with a plan. Luckily, she never came to a party unprepared. Reaching down to her belt, her fingers found the grenade. Activating it, she waited a second before letting it go.

3, 2, 1. Shit. Nothing happened. Those mojitos must have been stronger than she’d thought. Footsteps were closing in on the window, but stopped when the grenade exploded. She braced herself against the shockwave and looked down. The grenade had blown lower than she’d thought, a lot lower. She carefully pulled the grappling hook out of its holster.

Jacqueline took a deep breath and let go.

She had one chance to make this right. Her finger squeezed the trigger and the anchor shot into the crater. Jacqueline braced herself. The cord jerked and she ricocheted off the wall. The spy sighed in relief, but she wasn’t done yet.

She gripped the metal tightly with one hand while she fidgeted with her watch, “Ezra? Ezra! Change of plans, I’m not coming out the front door.”