Hydra soared through the dark skies, eventually picking a new landing spot. He dove down, landing heavily on the roof of one of the taller buildings of the city. The rooftop groaned in protest and cracked slightly beneath his weight, but held. He looked to the side, and was unsurprised to see the tiny form of his partner sitting on the edge of the roof, kicking her feet idly as she looked down at the streets so far below them. Hydra knew she hadn't been on the roof when he first landed. How in the world did she do that?