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- More gunshots behind him. Alright, he'd come here for a reason, he had to get the drop on Moriarty, somehow. Moriarty was as strong as him and much smarter than him and had a ranged weapon that could hurt him, but he was Saxton Hale, right? He always got out of sticky spots like this. He always did...
- He'd go up. Nobody ever looked up.
- One fourteen-foot vertical leap later and he was up in the catwalks. He grabbed a railing, flipped like he was on the parallel bars, and got up top. There were only a few bits of clutter scattered up here, nothing like the room below. Makeup supplies, spotlights, a ninja. Hale nudged her off the catwalk. Take that, ninja.
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