[i]Two hours later...[/i] 

Zeb Connor's bit the cloth and tore it around the point of meter in length, hastily wrapping it around his arm. Katiya had been lucky, taking no damage in the gas explosion, but the corporal knew he had been fortunate too. For a good few minutes there, he and the Commissar had thought they were dead; torn apart by a mob of rebels and mutants that had spotted them making their sojourn across the city. The Emperor willed them to live with a well placed gas tank and a high powered shot from his lasgun, thankfully. Now they found themselves merely beyond the curtain wall of the Governor's sector. The wall itself was thick and clearly made to last a siege, but it was obviously decorated. The designer never having foreseen it would have to face any kind of real attack until the unmaking of the galaxy. 

Crouching as they moved, Katiya kept Connor's head down with a gesture even as friendly Chimeras passed them by. The quieter their advance, the better. The red tape might not be able to halt a Commissar, even a Junior one, but it could certainly slow things down. Connors didn't understand why Katiya wanted to see the Governer, but he wasn't going to ask. Better alive than curious one of his comrades on Lorn IV had said, and as far as he recalled Jenkins had made it off-planet in one piece. 

Now the two stumbled onto the mulch of a small row of bushes before the wall, the only showing of their passage the bristling of the foliage. The two hit the wall with their backs, Zeb sliding down it to land on his ass. "How do we get over?" He asked her breathlessly, checking his bandage. It wasn't a ferocious cut, but he'd need the bandage for a bit longer. The metal peice that had sliced him had embedded into the rockcrete wall like butter, he recalled. "I don't suppose you got something in that-" 

He turned and saw she was already fastening a bit of rope to a deployment grappling hook. Immediately the tiredness gave way to duty, and as she twirled the grappling hook and tossed it, he got back onto his feet and watched the item sail overhead to fasten about the top of the wall. Thankfully it was took thin to be a manned wall. 

"I'll go. I'll slow you down if I'm last." He told her. The Commissar nodded approvingly, stepping back so he could grab the rope. Connors wasn't herculean in anyway, but he kept himself fit. Even as the bloodflow caused his bandage to redden further, his muscles expanded from the exertion and he pulled himself up the eighteen feet of wall to the top. As he crested it, he looked out over the estate and saw it was relatively unguarded, save for the building itself. Four patrols jobbed half a click away to the eastern side of the fortified manner even as a fat dignitary was out lounging in the gardens. Zeb let out a breath and slipped his back foot over, sliding down to hold the wall as his feet dangled. It helped him if his feet were merely a dozen feet above the ground than eighteen at the top of the wall. He dropped down into a thicket, getting lightly cut up from scrapes but otherwise unharmed, and he waited for his superior.