Meko jumped as he heard the voices. He couldn't see anything but he heard the shots. He tensed and waited in the shadows. Pressed against the wall. He hoped Taylor was okay. He hoped the man hadn't been killed helping him. He would feel horrible if the guy was killed trying to save his life. He tensed and waited with baited breath. He looked at the shadows. Trying to see but all he saw was inky blackness. More yells. More shots. He held his breath and hoped that it was Taylor who came to the top of those stairs. He shook a bit but shrugged it off. He needed to stay focused on the here and now. He felt blood going down his arm from where the bullet had grazed him. He hadn't even realized it until now. He was losing to the shock. He needed to fight it harder.<br/><br/>He jumped a bit when he heard Taylor's voice. He felt him grasp the gun and handed it to him. "Man...you okay?" He asked softly. If the man hadn't been gasping his words out he wouldn't have even asked. He heard the he heard the door open after he shot it. Hurrying out after him. He stumbled onto the roof and looked back at Taylor. He looked around. There was what seemed to be a copter or something there. He looked around more. He looked at Taylor and came over. He helped the man run over to the copter. He opened the door of the copter. He studied it. He helped Taylor into it then scooted in next to him. He shut the copter door and began to search for a key. He looked at Taylor. "Shoot anyone that comes out. I'm gonna hot wire the copter and hack the computer system." He sunk down under the console. He began messing with wires and tapped into the computer. After a couple of shockings he got the motor work. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" He said each time he got shocked.<br/><br/>He heard men coming and heard gunfire. He pulled up and hacked the computer system. Then flinched when shots hit the window. He pulled up and began flipping switches. He pulled back on the handles and the copter began to raise into the air. He flew it up aand up and up and up then took off in a random direction. Looking at the gas guage. They had an eighth of a tank. "We have an eighth of a tank. Need to know where to go. A direction. We going to have to land it when it hits empty. Pushing it on fumes would be bad." He said. He continued to fly the copter. He knew what he was doing. Plus the computer was helping with things as well.