(Double F to the rescue. Kinda.)JC swung in the noon breeze. At the end of her rope and still fifty feet off the street, she tied herself up and went to thought. She could send one soldier on his way, but the risk of missing put her off. Then her capsule creaked as she swung. It jerked down and grew close to dislodging from the building. With terror, she kicked off the thick glass of the skyscraper, drawing her sidearm and firing three shots into the siding.<br/><br/>On the final swing, both her legs crashed through the glass. Everything slackened, and she hastily undid her ropes before her ship tumbled past, embedding itself in what remained of the human ship. JC sighed, thankful of her luck. Looking around, she took the stairs to a lower floor. Where perhaps she could separate the humans. (ignore previous post)