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</div>"Uuuuuuuuuuurrrrrgggggghhhhhhhhhh!"<br/><br/>A long low groan emanated from the pile of black leather curled up on a wicker-work chair. A pigeon that had hopped close to see if anything was edible took flight with a gunshot clatter of wings, causing the pile of leather to move and thrash about briefly, resolving itself into a leather clad woman with lank blonde hair. "Owwwwww! Fuck?"<br/><br/>Murfs clutched at her side and prodded it gently, cracked rib it felt like. Her head was pounding and her belly felt like she'd been kicked repeatedly. Bruises on her forearms and a bloody face, split lip and black eye seemed to confirm that.<i>Must have been a doozy of a fight!</i>She managed a painful grin.<i>Shame I can't remember it! </i><br/><br/>Thirst and a desire to empty her bladder prompted her to open her eyes a fraction.<i>Sloooowly does it</i>. Light, natural light, traffic sounds a way off, and the sound of a bird's wings, fresh air (or what passed for it in this city) moving over her skin. "I'm outside?" she asked no-one. She uncurled from the chair and sat up, sheltered her eyes and opened them.<br/><br/>Sky, so outside. She appeared to be on some sort of balcony with a white concrete balustrade and a black iron rail set in the top, and a black and white tiled floor. Beyond the railing, buildings, in every direction.<br/><br/>Murphy struggled to her feet and grabbed the rail, then looked down and regretted it. That was why the traffic sounds were distant. "Woah! Too high!" She stepped back against the cold glass of the French windows behind her. then winced as pain shot through her right side. Not her first broken rib, and she could deal with the pain. Hospital would charge her dad's estate a fucking fortune to x-ray it and then do nothing. She tried to look through the glass door, but it was tinted and the sun was shining on it. Maybe she could get some pain killers from whoever had dumped her out here. That would help with the headache too.<br/><br/>She grasped the handle and pulled sideways. The door slid open efficiently and she stepped through the curtain to see several people clustered around someone on the floor, and a lot of blood everywhere.<br/><br/>"Oh shit. Not again...!" was her comment as she walked further into the room. "Hey... I know her. Not sure where from. Anyone got any painkillers?"<br/><br/>She began to hunt through her pockets for her phone. "Hey, don't touch her. I got four words for you people. Accessory After The Fact!"