This was someone's home once. Down there, in the blur of streets going by, people lived their lives and never dreamed that it could end. But that was another life. Another time.

Lindianne doesn't hesitate when she grabs the rope. She's out first in an instant. She lands on both feet. Pauses just long enough to let go. And then she goes for her rifle. She flicks the safety off and sights down the street.

Ferro is huge, easily dwarfing her in size and armaments. It doesn't matter. She takes one step forward, towards the patrol of Cleaners. Her voice rises clear in the late afternoon air, with a weight behind it that she never uses. Voodoo and the others are getting a glimpse of the side of her that almost never comes out.

"Joe Ferro. You have committed treason, murder, and destruction of property." A beat. "...This is the part where I'd say 'disarm and you'll be fine', but we're past that point. You wanted me? Here I am."

The first shot goes wide. But she's not aiming to kill right off the bat. She's looking to pin them down.