He unclips the line and lets himself drop, gloved hands catching smoothly against the rain-slick wall with the rasp of leather over concrete. His legs nearly buckle beneath the impact as it stings his ankles but he's fully and entirely capable of righting himself and moving swiftly to the other man's side in a relatively expeditious manner.

Nick stoops to hook one hand under Seth's arm and tug him upright.

"I'm assuming they'll attempt to follow," he says crisply. "I recommend we no longer be here when they do."