Marcus took one last glance over his shoulder as Kristie gingerly lowered the ladder towards the parking lot; only once she spoke did his gaze return to hers a grin crossing his face at her devilish wink and defiant challenge to whatever fates governed the night.  He watched as Kristie descended the ladder, keeping one eye on her as she slid to the ground and another against the surrounding darkness should anything suddenly lunge towards her from the night; nothing did, as for that he was grateful, as armed with the Remington, he would have likely have posed far for danger for her than the deadhead would have.  As she looked up and waved, he gave her the thumbs up.<br/><br/>Marcus’s assault onto the ledge was not nearly so stealthy as Kristie’s and He looked a little ungainly as he secured the heel of his foot against it and pulled himself onto the lip, looking down and taking a deep breath as he attempted to cradle the shotgun against himself as he griped the ladder and swung one leg around to the run …it was a moment later before he entrusted his weight completely to the steel and, with the shotgun supported against his chest, shoulder and crook of one elbow; he descended to the ground in a far more sedate manner.<br/><br/>With two rungs left to go he stepped off to the ground below and took the headset she offered him and rested his weapon against the building; taking a few moments to adjust it to sit comfortably on him.  Once satisfied, he nodded and swept his gun back into his arms.  With Kristie’s obvious advantage against the curtain of night, he entrusted her to be able to alert him to anything in their immediate vicinity.  It was too late to turn back now…