This deep into Key territory, even the faintest noise is enough to put Raiden on edge. Probably a routine patrol... but who knows what they're hiding in here, he thinks. Gotta keep moving. Still, the pause is enough to catch a good look at his back as he slips out of the room and into the hallway.
He follows an indirect route, clearly meaning to stay out of sight as much as possible by taking routes nobody would ever suspect. First, silently up the stairs to the roof. Jack has some idea what he's doing, and even if he might be hindered with his prosthetic arm, the acrobatic ability he gained several months ago at least makes up for some of it, allowing him to make a death-defying leap from the rooftop and swing one-handed off some remaining scaffolding to slip in through another half-finished window opening. There's more Key activity on the street ahead; which means more danger, but also that something important must be going on up ahead.
The next few buildings are mostly complete, but there's still enough exposed scaffolding, metal beams, and unfinished areas to allow for access, as long as you were willing to make some risky moves and not mind the idea of falling several stories. But being directly at street-level where most of the gang security is, and Jack doesn't particularly relish the thought of running into any of them. Or rather, a part of him does. But he shoves that back down inside, along with everything that caused him so much trouble those months ago.
The security is heaviest outside one particular building and once inside, Jack can hear guards talking in the hall, too close by for comfort. Not good. But at the same time, there has to be something important going on here, and that was what he'd decided to look for, wasn't it? A quick look around seemed to indicate ductwork would provide the best solution to get further into the building, if not the most comfortable. Jack hunkers down and quietly works away at unscrewing the panel covering with the point of his knife. It should be good enough to figure out what was so special that was going on here, tonight.
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He follows an indirect route, clearly meaning to stay out of sight as much as possible by taking routes nobody would ever suspect. First, silently up the stairs to the roof. Jack has some idea what he's doing, and even if he might be hindered with his prosthetic arm, the acrobatic ability he gained several months ago at least makes up for some of it, allowing him to make a death-defying leap from the rooftop and swing one-handed off some remaining scaffolding to slip in through another half-finished window opening. There's more Key activity on the street ahead; which means more danger, but also that something important must be going on up ahead.
The next few buildings are mostly complete, but there's still enough exposed scaffolding, metal beams, and unfinished areas to allow for access, as long as you were willing to make some risky moves and not mind the idea of falling several stories. But being directly at street-level where most of the gang security is, and Jack doesn't particularly relish the thought of running into any of them. Or rather, a part of him does. But he shoves that back down inside, along with everything that caused him so much trouble those months ago.
The security is heaviest outside one particular building and once inside, Jack can hear guards talking in the hall, too close by for comfort. Not good. But at the same time, there has to be something important going on here, and that was what he'd decided to look for, wasn't it? A quick look around seemed to indicate ductwork would provide the best solution to get further into the building, if not the most comfortable. Jack hunkers down and quietly works away at unscrewing the panel covering with the point of his knife. It should be good enough to figure out what was so special that was going on here, tonight.