“Grimm, didn’t stick the landing. Alive, but Frick’s ankle is broken. Getting to the hatch now.”
"Frell…" She cursed from the guard tower. Her focus was the patrol working their way around the perimeter of the fire station, she didn't see the landing. Molly turned and her sensors locked onto the two figures perched on the roof to the fire station. Picked out from the darkness and rain by her HUD, each framed in light blue. One limped across the rooftop, leaning heavily on the surroundings to stay upright. The other ran low between the atmospheric processors that purified the air pumped into the station and towards the hatch.
Molly smirked and her laugh cut across the channel. "Did—did you drop Frick?" Nothing she could do from the guard tower except watch.
"It's. Frink." Frick bit through the pain and limped along. The storm thundered overhead, brief flashes of light blinded visual sensors before adjusting to the glare. Rain lashed down, pelting her guard tower and the roof with a steady stream of rain. The patrol trudged along the stone path far below her position and her HUD painted their forms hunched beneath long coats and rain slickers light red. Molly waited for the patrol to turn the corner before sending a coded burst across the comms.
Erokam, Kiev, and the rest of the squad crested the lip of their crater moments later and made for the fire station. The troop took to a loping run, low to the ground, and crossed the distance in seconds. From her post Molly kept overwatch, borrowed rifle held ready. Half a dozen flashes popped off from below as ascension lines sailed skyward. Grapple hooks locked in, buried into rooftop and atmospheric processing units. Seconds crept by for Molly. Her jaw clenched and gripped the rifle tighter. Ascenders clipped in and sped the allies to the rooftop.
Just as the last foot whipped over the rooftop lip, the second patrol came into view. Another coded burst went out across the comms. The ropes hung slack against the side of the fire station—there hadn't been enough time to draw them in before the patrol returned. Pulling the lines now would only draw attention to the movement. Doing her best statue impression, she remained on guard as the patrol passed beneath her. Molly breathed out, letting the tension slip away on the exhale as the patrol disappeared around the corner.
Discarding the long rifle beside her kill, Molly slipped down the ladder. "Joining you. Leave me a line and pull the rest." She ordered.
The long coat billowed as she descended the guard tower's ladder, taking the rungs two at a time and dropping the last ten feet. Erokam kept watch from the rooftop as Molly clipped in and ripped up the wall. He pulled the final line once she decoupled. Grapnels still moored to the structure, the coiled bundles were ready if they needed to make a quick exit off the roof.
Molly gave a quick hand sign to secure the roof, and shouldering her carbine again, joined Rhia and Frick. The pinprick of white heat on her HUD said Rhia was busy slicing through the hatch.