Mal looked up, saw the slip of a figure on the edge of the roof. She waved at him, then fell forwards, and his breath stopped, ears straining for the sound of a body hitting the ground. But there was nothing, no bone-crunching thud, and as he stared he could see she was hanging on by her toes, her fingers working at something he couldn’t see. Then there was a darker patch and she had slid inside through the window that had faulty security connectors.
-- Jericho Wells - Part XX by Jane0904