Oooookay, this doesn't look good at all. As fast as he is, he isn't sure how good he'd do at dodging bullets and this really isn't the way he wanted to find out. Man, maybe he should leave this up to the jarheads... except if he even tried to talk to them he'd get tossed into the hole and by the time he might get anybody to listen to him the stuff would already be moved.

If this stuff left the city, there'd be no way to track it, and if that happened....

"Aw, what the hell." He straightens up from his hiding spot, picking the closest sniper and watching that little red point of light track across the ground between him and the building. "It's only five guys, that's easy. Right."

With that little bit of psyching up, he takes a breath, shakes out his hands... and runs. His sprint carries him across the distance in a heartbeat, leaving a just-visible trail of crackling light behind. His foot hits the wall and he's shooting straight up toward the window, watching the rifle track back toward him in super slow motion. He comes up next to the window and reaches out, grabbing onto that creeping arm and yanks forward with all his strength.

Maybe a whole two seconds have passed by the time he's on the roof and looking back over to see the sniper's fate. It isn't that big a drop, he's probably fine....