"As you wish..."

Baxter released his hands and down dropped a small silver canister that began to spray out a sparkling mist. - Silver Nitrate. Within seconds the entire corridor was filled with the smoke and Baxter ran back towards the open elevator doors, pressing the button. The issue was that any electronic device in tactical helmets were rendered useless making tracking with them near impossible and so he had to judge the drop distance of the elevator.

With a leap of faith he jumped, grabbing hold of one of the cables and began to be lifted up by it.