Abruptly, the winch cuts her speed, nine or ten stories down. The straps of 
her harness grab her hard about the hips. She could get bruises if she did this 
often enough. The ground is suddenly there, smacking into her feet, her body, 
the side of her head, but nothing breaks, so the winch must have done its work. 
She pops the belt and harness, draws the Kang, and rises to a crouch. She can 
still hear that clanging bell far above, but otherwise the night is quiet. No 
sirens, no security cars, no cops.