My first instinct is to try to duck and cover from the gunshots, but I haven't the luxury. Fighting the forces of free fall, I undo my safety restraint and pull myself up to the front of the cab.

Windows are popping. Broken glass showers down and floats in front of me in zero gravity. Through the bloody windshield, the world slopes away at a terrifyingly unnatural angle. Only suicide jumpers have ever seen Amber City quite like this. Crisscrossing lights of congested sky traffic are ...