Re: [Mission 18.3B] Filth Potpourri (HX-24)
When the first tug lifted her feet an inch or two from the ground, Sienna felt her stomach tickle a little bit. She hung against the weight of the strap, gingerly adjusting herself as one end seemed to dig uncomfortably into her ribs. Just as she opened her mouth to ask Natsumi to take it easy, however, she felt as if a two hundred foot tall giant had just nabbed her by the shirt and tossed her straight up into the air as the Neko took off without warning.
She felt an involuntary shriek of surprise catch in her throat, and all that actually escaped was a cut-off squeak as she was wrenched into the air. Her head spun as the street below her feet spun suddenly away into the distance, the cityscape spiraling and shrinking as it fled from her as she kicked her legs wildly for the first fifty or so feet. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying.
After a few seconds she forced herself to collect her composure, and took a deep breath, looking up at the pipes. The normally far-off "sky" barreling down on her wasn't any less dizzying, however. She clung to the strap around her torso, the only thing keeping her from falling dozens of stories to her death. She squeezed her eyes shut and swallowed, trying to keep her wits about her, looking back down at the city below to do her part in scanning for any sign of trouble. There was still a lunatic somewhere below them with a gun, and even if he couldn't fly after them, she hoped that he wouldn't have the foresight to look up.
She shoved her makeshift respirator's mouthpiece back in between her teeth, unaware that she had accidentally spit it out upon takeoff, and clamped down hard.