The Trouvaille of a Solivagant

Sky knew they had made a mistake the moment they felt the sharp sting of the shards of what was once a glass vial, hidden in a secret compartment of their boot, digging into the tender flesh of a sock covered ankle. Hissing, they grabbed the filter attached to their belt and slid the mask over their face as the strong scent of lavender seeped into the room. The sound of a body hitting the floor told Sky that their perfume was taking effect, though much too soon as moments later heavy footfalls hit against the wooden floor and voices raised a sound of alarm. Any minute now the would be a swarm of thugs entering the room with their own gas masks ready to fillet Skylar like a fish.

“Fan-freaking-tastic.” Sky muttered as they scurried along the wooden beams placed much too close to the ceiling for their liking, or really and architectural stability they imagined. The large fist like projectile that destroyed the section of beam right behind their feet was an unwelcome interruption, however it was not enough to stop them from leaping to the next beam, then to the catwalk that surrounded the building's interior perimeter, and finally scuttling out the window until they could unholster Falcon and send the grappling hook flying towards the roof. Had the buildings have been even just a half a foot closer together, jumping across the chasms between them would have been much easier and Sky wouldn't have to panic every time a heel stuck out over a ledge post-landing. It was more annoying and physically wearying than had been expected so Sky had no choice but to hide. This added irritation left Sky a grumbling ball of anger as he sidled down the side of a building, looking for a window to slide through. "Fight or flight, my left butt. That's ridiculous! They outnumber me by at least twenty and obviously running isn't freaking working. What else could go horribly wrong?"