Blinks across a river

It had taken longer to reach the old slaughterhouse than Corvo had liked, but the Boyle Mansion was a substantial distance away, and he was on foot. En route he blinked from rooftop to ledge to windowsill to rooftop, but he’d already guzzled one of his own vials of Addermire Solution and, not knowing what he was going to face at the factory, he wanted to save the last two.

Because he was going to need all his strength, all his power. Whatever Zhukov was doing, whatever his plan was, it faded from Corvo’s mind as he rounded a corner and came to the riverfront and saw the factory looming on the opposite shore. There was just one thing in his mind now. One task at hand.

Rescuing Emily.

But as he got closer, crossed the river by blinking from the north-side wharves to the south—via the hulk of an old freighter anchored in the middle, he saw that Zhukov wasn’t taking any chances.