Jackson could see her labored breathing even through the fog of his lens, though he merely dismissed it as her being out of shape. Though for the faintest moment he thought that was strange because she seemed anything butâ€¦<br/><br/>The train of thought couldnâ€™t be explored though, as she was moving him along once more, and they clearly didnâ€™t have the time for an argument so he complied and began to quickly scale up the ladder again. He moved as quickly as he could, feeling his heart trying to slam its way from his chest in a painful attempt to tell him he needed to rest, though it clearly wasnâ€™t an option at this point. Hearing the gunshots below, he paused for only a moment, before grabbing the next rung and hauling himself up even faster. He had to pull himself up a few more steps, before out of the very corner of the lens he could  see a ledge. He prayed it wasnâ€™t just a mistake of the fog, and looked over to see a window within reach .<br/><br/>Wrapping his left arm behind one of the rungs of the ladder, he swung out with his foot and kicked the glass, the steel toeâ€™s of his boots shattering it as he moved his leg around to clear off the remaining shards, before putting one foot on the ledge and moving off the ladder. â€œStart Climbing!â€ He shouted down, before reaching his right arm inside the window to hold the frame on the inside and steady himself before he stepped into the window and drew out his pistol and looked around. For the moment, it appeared safe enough, but he wasnâ€™t about to drop his guard for a second. He was inside what looked like a bedroom, though between the dried up splatters of blood along the walls, the broken furniture and busted glass, it clearly wasnâ€™t the kinda place youâ€™d wanna sleep now.