[The rope's too far out, swinging dangerously in the wind, and was no part of this mission gonna be easy?]
This is not a good idea.
[Korben mutters to himself, but he's already climbing up onto the balcony railing, crouched down and holding on for a moment before he reluctantly (and slowly) pulls himself up to stand. It's precarious. He wobbles, heavy boots slipping on the railing before he windmills an arm, regains some measure of balance.
It's all he has time for before the door in the apartment behind him bursts open.
He leaps, more faith than judgement in the outstretch of his arm. For a split second, a heartbeat, he thinks it won't be enough. Then his palm is scraping fibre, rope snapping taut as it takes his weight.
Relief is short-lived. He's hanging from the bottom of a rope under a helicopter, and the balcony is filling with agents who look about ready to make the same jump.
Move, he thinks, both at himself and as a useless attempt at telepathic communication with his rescuer in the pilot's seat above. Twisting in the air, trying not to think about the street far below his boots, he makes a grab at the rope with his other hand, starting to haul himself up.]
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This is not a good idea.
[Korben mutters to himself, but he's already climbing up onto the balcony railing, crouched down and holding on for a moment before he reluctantly (and slowly) pulls himself up to stand. It's precarious. He wobbles, heavy boots slipping on the railing before he windmills an arm, regains some measure of balance.
It's all he has time for before the door in the apartment behind him bursts open.
He leaps, more faith than judgement in the outstretch of his arm. For a split second, a heartbeat, he thinks it won't be enough. Then his palm is scraping fibre, rope snapping taut as it takes his weight.
Relief is short-lived. He's hanging from the bottom of a rope under a helicopter, and the balcony is filling with agents who look about ready to make the same jump.
Move, he thinks, both at himself and as a useless attempt at telepathic communication with his rescuer in the pilot's seat above. Twisting in the air, trying not to think about the street far below his boots, he makes a grab at the rope with his other hand, starting to haul himself up.]