A something exploded in another part of the ity, startling Robby. He'd barely gotten a look down the street before he dropped the mirror, frozen as he watched it fall the two floors up he was, shattering on the street below. He gasped, dropping below the window ceil, gripping onto his rifle for dear life. If anyone had been down the street or nearby, they would have heard the shattering glass. And while the building he was in was two stories up, it wouldn't take them long to find him in the house if they started a search.