"There's a stairwell at the back of that market. Go up and hang a left, that'll put you out on a high street. You should be able to get roof access from there." It's a thin lifeline to throw her, but he's busy jumping across the narrow distance between rooftops, pulling his gun as he slides between tiling and cement and back again. Shit, shit, shit. Bugger this rooftops business.

"Find us a lift, won't you bright eyes? --Nate, I'm headed toward you. Over."