R3 runs up wall through floors

Fourze cottoned on quick to the idea, and nodded. Okay. Splitting up. Fourze made a run for it, but Saxton accelerated like a Lambo, max speed in six paces and passed him instantly to cross the lobby in the blink of an eye. The sounds of violence were already resounding from behind him, all kinds of punches and kicks and probably some more gruesome moves he'd like to get a look at. But he kept on going. He didn't bother with the elevator, or the stairs. Where he was going, they'd just slow him down.

So he hit the wall. He jumped up, shoe digging straight into the concrete and rebar without any dip in his momentum, and the next step pulled him higher, and higher still, running straight up a 90 degree angle with pure inertia. The ceiling, the wall, seemed to lunge towards him, closer and closer. And, with one big wind-up knock-out blow--

Saxton broke through the floor and launched himself up into the second floor like a cannonball. He only had a little time to catch a glimpse of the shocked faces of all those office workers as he tore through their desks and cubicles, only getting a vague sketch of his surroundings as Newtonian physics carried him straight up into the ceiling and to the third floor--oh, sorry, fourth. By then he'd finally managed to slow down, tangled up in wiring and plumbing and fiberglass installations. He touched down on the wall-to-wall carpet by the water cooler, shards of lead piping in his hair. He adjusted his hat.

He was surrounded by office workers in business casual. Everyone was in their button-down shirts and ties, some with coffees in hand, all of them staring directly at the interloper.