It's the last she bothers spitting out before snapping the radio into place at her hip (with a small prayer the plastic clip stays stuck in) making her way along window ledges and broken stairwells, tracking the distant, rattling echo like a beacon.
The balcony closest to the firefight-- like most everything in this bloody city-- is worse for wear: a mess of broken pots and long abandoned plant life, southernmost end completely sloughed off leaving a clean two floor drop to the sidewalk below. There's a distinct advantage in staying above the fray, and Chloe uses it to the best of her ability without hesitation; keeps herself low beneath leaf fronds and snaps level shots out at a pair of soldiers slinking around to flank the car where Nate's hunkered down.
One spent clip later and the radio springs to life with her voice again, pleased as anything: "You're welcome."
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It's the last she bothers spitting out before snapping the radio into place at her hip (with a small prayer the plastic clip stays stuck in) making her way along window ledges and broken stairwells, tracking the distant, rattling echo like a beacon.
The balcony closest to the firefight-- like most everything in this bloody city-- is worse for wear: a mess of broken pots and long abandoned plant life, southernmost end completely sloughed off leaving a clean two floor drop to the sidewalk below. There's a distinct advantage in staying above the fray, and Chloe uses it to the best of her ability without hesitation; keeps herself low beneath leaf fronds and snaps level shots out at a pair of soldiers slinking around to flank the car where Nate's hunkered down.
One spent clip later and the radio springs to life with her voice again, pleased as anything: "You're welcome."