<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/48/Vivian_small_no_earrings.png)</div><br/><strong>"With your permission?" </strong><br/><br/>Vivian gently reached for the length of rope held by Trance and gave her one more strong tug, confirming for herself as well what seemed evident already. The grappling hook had found a good spot to anchor itself, and it was constructed well. There was no reason to assume it or the rope would give out under the strain of her weight.<br/><br/><strong>"Let's embark on this endeavor, then"</strong><br/><br/>The stoic solo reached up to pull the black ski mask down all the way over her face, obscuring her facial features except for the eye slit. She had changed from the heavy winter wear worn earlier that night into lighter, more tightly fitting attire in fashionable night black for this athletic adventure. And her assault rifle was slung across her back now.<br/><br/>Both her gloved hands gripped the rope firmly, the muscles in her arms flexed as she planted her sneaker clad feet against the wall, and then, pull for pull, step for step, she ascended closer towards the top with neary a sound to be heard.