Jackie heaved herself up onto the roof with little apparent effort, noting that she had kept in shape nicely from her time in the military. She glanced down the crumbled section of wall and then out across the landscape. There was a bit of a sense of freedom, Wherever they had ended up her past was far away and she was with a group of strangers that knew none of it.

While not quite running, she took the ramp at a pace higher than those that had gone before. Shortly before reaching the bottom she had the presence of mind to wipe the look of glee from her face and replace it with the look that her most recent colleagues had coined her 'War Face', a cold look that showed absolute focus on the task at hand. She'd quickly learned in the military that people instivly mistrusted those that smiled as they looked at the face of a dying man.