be able to help him.
The ladder shook and moved in jerks as Sam worked the controls, but Cillian held on tight. He rose up and began moving towards the man on the roof. Cillian didn’t bother calling to him, as it looked like the guy had given up. That, and climbing the ladder, was exhausting; he needed to save his breath. The man was just sitting on the ledge, doing nothing but filming with this large camera on his shoulder. Cillian wasn’t going to give up on him though.
Sam didn’t raise the ladder to the height he would have preferred, but it was good enough. He stood very carefully on the end of the ladder as it neared the roof. The stairwell door burst open and Cillian watched as five deranged and bloody people ran a beeline at the man.
Cillian gritted his teeth and silently urged the ladder to move faster. Come on, come on!
At last, he could finally reach the man. Cillian wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled. The man gasped in surprise as he was swung out over the edge.
“Move us away, Sam! Move us now!” Cillian shouted as loud as he could, but it was unnecessary. As soon as Cillian had laid hands on the guy, the ladder began swinging the other way. The motion, and Cillian’s momentum from pulling the man to him, caused them to topple over. They went over the edge.
Amazingly, Cillian managed to wrap his legs around some ladder rungs and hook his feet through them. The man nearly slipped out of his grasp, but Cillian caught onto a strange harness around his waist. The stranger started screaming as his camera fell and hung by its wires. Out of the corner of his eye, Cillian saw two of the attackers leap over the edge at them. One came terrifyingly close, but both missed and fell to what Cillian assumed would be their deaths. He couldn’t see what the other three were doing.
“Sir!” Cillian shouted at the man he held. “I need you to calm down and stop squirming!” He was making it difficult to hold on.
The man’s terrified face looked up at him and nodded once, his brown hair hanging straight towards the ground.
Why was the ladder still swinging?
Cillian looked down at the control station. Sam was gone and he had left the lever up. Someone, probably whoever had scared off Sam, was now slowly climbing up the ladder after them.
“Shit. Sir!”
“Tobias!”
“What?”
“My name is Tobias.” The man, Tobias, patted his chest twice then let his arms hang again. His hands and face were going red from the blood collecting in them.
“All right, Tobias, I need you to cut loose your camera.” Cillian was trying hard not to think about whoever was climbing up. Right now his biggest concerns were losing his grip and the ladder swinging completely around into the building again. At least the ladder’s current slant meant it couldn’t hit anything on the other side of the street.
“With what?” Apparently, Tobias had no sharp objects with him.
“I don’t know! Just get rid of it!” Cillian tried but he couldn’t pull Tobias up at his current weight. He didn’t even know if he could pull him up without the camera’s weight, but he had to try.
Tobias first grabbed the strap of a bag he had on and threw it off over his head. The mostly empty duffel bag fluttered as it fell. He then reached down and grabbed all the wires between him and the camera. He started pulling and jerking at them. One by one, they popped out of the sockets in the camera. When the last one went, the heavy thing dropped to earth. Tobias seemed distressed by this, but then immensely relieved. Probably because it wasn’t him plummeting.
“Okay , good!” Cillian was getting tired. Even without the camera, Tobias was still pretty heavy. “I need you to help me now! You have to try and climb over me, up onto the ladder!”
Tobias frowned up at him from his upside down position, “Can you try and get me upright so I can
The ladder shook and moved in jerks as Sam worked the controls, but Cillian held on tight. He rose up and began moving towards the man on the roof. Cillian didn’t bother calling to him, as it looked like the guy had given up. That, and climbing the ladder, was exhausting; he needed to save his breath. The man was just sitting on the ledge, doing nothing but filming with this large camera on his shoulder. Cillian wasn’t going to give up on him though.
Sam didn’t raise the ladder to the height he would have preferred, but it was good enough. He stood very carefully on the end of the ladder as it neared the roof. The stairwell door burst open and Cillian watched as five deranged and bloody people ran a beeline at the man.
Cillian gritted his teeth and silently urged the ladder to move faster. Come on, come on!
At last, he could finally reach the man. Cillian wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled. The man gasped in surprise as he was swung out over the edge.
“Move us away, Sam! Move us now!” Cillian shouted as loud as he could, but it was unnecessary. As soon as Cillian had laid hands on the guy, the ladder began swinging the other way. The motion, and Cillian’s momentum from pulling the man to him, caused them to topple over. They went over the edge.
Amazingly, Cillian managed to wrap his legs around some ladder rungs and hook his feet through them. The man nearly slipped out of his grasp, but Cillian caught onto a strange harness around his waist. The stranger started screaming as his camera fell and hung by its wires. Out of the corner of his eye, Cillian saw two of the attackers leap over the edge at them. One came terrifyingly close, but both missed and fell to what Cillian assumed would be their deaths. He couldn’t see what the other three were doing.
“Sir!” Cillian shouted at the man he held. “I need you to calm down and stop squirming!” He was making it difficult to hold on.
The man’s terrified face looked up at him and nodded once, his brown hair hanging straight towards the ground.
Why was the ladder still swinging?
Cillian looked down at the control station. Sam was gone and he had left the lever up. Someone, probably whoever had scared off Sam, was now slowly climbing up the ladder after them.
“Shit. Sir!”
“Tobias!”
“What?”
“My name is Tobias.” The man, Tobias, patted his chest twice then let his arms hang again. His hands and face were going red from the blood collecting in them.
“All right, Tobias, I need you to cut loose your camera.” Cillian was trying hard not to think about whoever was climbing up. Right now his biggest concerns were losing his grip and the ladder swinging completely around into the building again. At least the ladder’s current slant meant it couldn’t hit anything on the other side of the street.
“With what?” Apparently, Tobias had no sharp objects with him.
“I don’t know! Just get rid of it!” Cillian tried but he couldn’t pull Tobias up at his current weight. He didn’t even know if he could pull him up without the camera’s weight, but he had to try.
Tobias first grabbed the strap of a bag he had on and threw it off over his head. The mostly empty duffel bag fluttered as it fell. He then reached down and grabbed all the wires between him and the camera. He started pulling and jerking at them. One by one, they popped out of the sockets in the camera. When the last one went, the heavy thing dropped to earth. Tobias seemed distressed by this, but then immensely relieved. Probably because it wasn’t him plummeting.
“Okay , good!” Cillian was getting tired. Even without the camera, Tobias was still pretty heavy. “I need you to help me now! You have to try and climb over me, up onto the ladder!”
Tobias frowned up at him from his upside down position, “Can you try and get me upright so I can
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