The glass hits Eva full in the face, and she only barely manages to close her eyes in time... just like the time...
It's Hong Kong and she's watching a bunch of bearded black ops beefcake rappel from the helo she's in. She doesn't rappel -- she jumps. It's a hundred feet or more to the rooftop of the towering skyscraper, but she jumps, then lands knees first on what is surely a reinforced glass skylight. It shatters like she weighs a ton, sending shards everywhere, tinkling in her ears, twinkling in the light of the gala below as she plunges down further...
It's Graybridge, she's still damp from her walk to Caine & Sloane, and the pressure wave is subsiding. Eva's clothes have been partly shredded by the glass, despite her skin not having a mark on it. Glancing down at her eye-catching chest, and at her shapely, powerful legs, she knows her turtle neck, her jean jacket, her skirt and her tights have all been ruined. When she keeps moving forward to 'Raven', or whoever this was, there are glimpses of firm flesh and torn underwear visible through the holes and slices in her garments. Her shoulder, her midriff, her hip and both calves, the side of one of the woman's full breasts.
"Come on," the unconcerned blonde says, leading the man outside, into the downpour.
"You're in Graybridge, downtown," she says, loud enough to be heard as she takes him further from the storefront.
"How did you get here? What's your name? Are you alone?"
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