Drabble: Temple, Connor Temple

Zaroff was mad, certifiably so. But, as the explosion started, Abby dived through his artificial anomaly anyway.

She slid along a smooth floor. A strong arm grabbed her and hauled her up. She had a brief glimpse of tuxedo. A gun was firing. "Damn security guards. We're going to have to jump," said a familiar voice. "Hang on!"

With a gasp, Abby felt the man launch them out of the skyscraper window. A sudden tug make her look up, into the folds of a parachute and into Connor's face.

"Wha..?" she started.

"Pleased to meet you. I'm Temple, Connor Temple."