The long yellow rain jacket fluttered out behind the agent, trailing her like a cape as she sprinted down the sidewalk with the stolen Micro SD card in her pocket. Each step stung a little in her thigh, where she assumed that she already had a bruise forming. The guard had gotten that one solid smack in before the agent had choked him out with the rain jacket and stashed his unconscious form under the desk. Someone must have found the guard though, because the alarm had been set off and the agent only barely made it out before the place had been locked down.
Now she charged down the sidewalk, three goons only steps behind. She had an escape plan, as any good agent would, but it was going to be unpleasant. She would have much rather not had to use her backup plan, but was glad to have it. When she reached the overpass, she ran out to the center and jumped over the edge. The goons were so close behind her as she slipped off the concrete surface that one almost caught the raincoat, but he missed it by centimeters. She pulled the raincoat out to her sides as she plummeted down to the highway below. It didn’t slow her enough to save the agonizing pain in her legs, nor the sting in her feet when she hit the road but it slowed her enough to not shatter her legs on impact, leaving her able to run off, though uncomfortable.
She didn’t glance up to ensure that the goons didn’t follow her, they weren’t that stupid, and she had more pressing concerns now as she dodged oncoming traffic. Some of the cars would have hit her, had she not been wearing bright yellow, but she was and they did not. She made it up the highway a short distance to where another, shorter overpass crossed the busy highway. To get to this road, the goons would have to go all the way around the lake, or get down onto the highway like she had, by that time, she planned to be in her getaway car, not a trace left of where she went.
She stripped off her rain jacket as she ran up the bank on the underside of the overpass to where a pipe ran from the surface above. She whipped the rain jacket around the pipe, wrapping it around both fists and pulled it tight. The rubberized surface of the rain jacket clung to the pole and the agent scooted her way up to the overpass. As she jogged to the awaiting car, her thigh aching and her feet throbbing, she slipped the rain jacket back on.
Later, the agent sat with her superior at a small table in a cafe that he had chosen. He was an unremarkable and forgettable looking man, chosen for those very qualities.
“I hear you ran into a little trouble,” he said, getting straight to the point.
“Nothing I couldn’t handle,” she said, handing him the Micro SD card.
“I guess not,” he said with a grin.
She didn’t like it when he grinned. His mouth spent so much time planted in an unamused flat line that smiles looked awkward, unnatural, and unpleasant. She tried her best not to show her discomfort with his grin.
He slipped the card into his pocket. “Stay in touch,” he said as he stood up.
She nodded, standing as well, trying not to show how sore her legs were.
He let his eyes wander over her yellow rain jacket for a moment, then, before turning to leave said, “You know, I really wish you would stop wearing that hideous raincoat, someday it’s going to give you away and get you killed.”