TA - Train Fall

And found himself at the railing. Below him were tracks. There was no way he could get to the exits now—he was boxed in, and as he looked back, he could see the three agents shoving people aside, shouting.

Again he felt the rumble, this time beneath his feet.

No time to think.

Aw hell.

He put his hands on the railing and threw himself over it.

The drop was at least five feet to the top of the moving subway, and it knocked his feet out from under him. He fell directly onto his back, and watched the subway tunnel rush above him. It had to be moving at least thirty miles an hour, and there was little room to move atop the speeding train. He began pushing himself back with his feet and fingertips, moving toward the back of the car. He didn’t want to get caught on top of the damn thing and get decapitated by a train light or sewage pipe.

His fingers ached as he gripped them on the dirty steel of the car; he yelped in pain as he stretched his knee just a bit too high and it scraped against the cement of the tunnel. Soon, though, he felt his head reach the edge of the car, and he swiveled his body so that he could drop his legs over the end of the train.

Then he hung on for dear life as the subway station faded into the darkness.

- True Allegiance, Part 3: Brett (2)