Post by Gunn on Apr 25, 2004 19:38:48 GMT -5
Cliffe grabs cover next to the window of his room. From what he could tell from voices, yelling, and footsteps, he was sharing the third floor with three. One covering the front, one in the back, and one in another room hiding out like he was. Cliffe sighed and used his elbow to break open the window. He'd picked the one damned room with a window that had been wedged shut. The sound of the glass breaking could be heard throughout the third floor, so he knew he had to work quickly.
Cliffe closed the door to his room and threw a dresser in front of it, along with a table. Chances are his enemies would shoot through first, but they couldn't hit what they couldn't see.
Cliffe pulled the rope from his pouch again, and leaned out the window. Above him was a small ledge with a gargoyle sitting upon it. He tossed the rope up and slid it through two of the feet. Stone should be enough to hold his weight.
He slid the rope through his harness, and started to slip backward out of the window, edging down. By his count, the sniper would have been aiming already by the time he was out, but he didn't plan on being out long. While out on the line, he pulled his pistol out of his holster and kicked away from the wall, sliding down.
As he swung back towards the building, he pulled up his .45, and shot out the window before he hit it, causing it to shatter inward before he went through the empty frame. He didn't want to be covered in glass, after all.
Landing, Cliffe yanked hard, causing the knot on the rope to fail, and let it slide off the gargoyle. He wadded it up again and slid it into the leg pouch, taking cover from the window, not wanting to get hit just after he got in. He grinned softly. There was never only one way out of a situation...
Cliffe closed the door to his room and threw a dresser in front of it, along with a table. Chances are his enemies would shoot through first, but they couldn't hit what they couldn't see.
Cliffe pulled the rope from his pouch again, and leaned out the window. Above him was a small ledge with a gargoyle sitting upon it. He tossed the rope up and slid it through two of the feet. Stone should be enough to hold his weight.
He slid the rope through his harness, and started to slip backward out of the window, edging down. By his count, the sniper would have been aiming already by the time he was out, but he didn't plan on being out long. While out on the line, he pulled his pistol out of his holster and kicked away from the wall, sliding down.
As he swung back towards the building, he pulled up his .45, and shot out the window before he hit it, causing it to shatter inward before he went through the empty frame. He didn't want to be covered in glass, after all.
Landing, Cliffe yanked hard, causing the knot on the rope to fail, and let it slide off the gargoyle. He wadded it up again and slid it into the leg pouch, taking cover from the window, not wanting to get hit just after he got in. He grinned softly. There was never only one way out of a situation...