Testing the crossbeam of the bars with her foot, Kara bounced her weight on it experimentally before she was satisfied with how it held. Okay, this would be... well. Not simple, but she reached, snagging the crossbar and the bars screeched on the wall as the bolts threatened to shear - but it held. Bracing her boot against them, she levered herself upward, and now it was a simple task of not getting impaled while she got the frakking window open--
There. Good. "I'll be out soon." Nevermind that she has to figure out how she's going to get out, and she's hoping there isn't any more security inside, but at least she knows there's not a shopowner with a gun-- they would have been out with the squealing gate already.
"Hell, yeah." She's like a kid in a candy store, once she gets herself through the window and drops down those last four feet or so, landing with bent knees. Sure, this place is disgusting -- it's dirty as shit, and half the metal's pitted with rust, but it'll work well enough. Mindful of the fact that she's leaving Molly alone outside and night's coming, she picks up everything she can that makes sense. Shoulder holster, paddle holster, the one flak jacket that's not full of holes, ammo, and five guns-- a shotgun that Kara swears is sawed-off, three semi-automatic pistols, and an absolutely decrepit looking M-4 rifle. Everything else looks like it's left to rust and rats, one of which stares at Kara as she shovels it all into the bag. "What?" Looking at it pointedly, Kara shakes her head and loops the rifle strap over her back, pushing a desk closer to the windows so that she can get herself back out.
First thing first, she loops the bag over the windowsill, and raises her voice a little even though they don't want to attract company. "Hey, can you grab this if I drop it?"
Once she hears Molly, she drops it, and then hefts herself up and over - the drop less kind this time, and immediately she squints at the dusk sky. "Shit. It was worth it, but I hope that church of yours is frakking close. You ever used a gun?"
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There. Good. "I'll be out soon." Nevermind that she has to figure out how she's going to get out, and she's hoping there isn't any more security inside, but at least she knows there's not a shopowner with a gun-- they would have been out with the squealing gate already.
"Hell, yeah." She's like a kid in a candy store, once she gets herself through the window and drops down those last four feet or so, landing with bent knees. Sure, this place is disgusting -- it's dirty as shit, and half the metal's pitted with rust, but it'll work well enough. Mindful of the fact that she's leaving Molly alone outside and night's coming, she picks up everything she can that makes sense. Shoulder holster, paddle holster, the one flak jacket that's not full of holes, ammo, and five guns-- a shotgun that Kara swears is sawed-off, three semi-automatic pistols, and an absolutely decrepit looking M-4 rifle. Everything else looks like it's left to rust and rats, one of which stares at Kara as she shovels it all into the bag. "What?" Looking at it pointedly, Kara shakes her head and loops the rifle strap over her back, pushing a desk closer to the windows so that she can get herself back out.
First thing first, she loops the bag over the windowsill, and raises her voice a little even though they don't want to attract company. "Hey, can you grab this if I drop it?"
Once she hears Molly, she drops it, and then hefts herself up and over - the drop less kind this time, and immediately she squints at the dusk sky. "Shit. It was worth it, but I hope that church of yours is frakking close. You ever used a gun?"