Rooftop Rumble ''Brought it''

    The deputy foreman stood still, and let his stupid mouth gape open even further, less an o and more an O. Martyn thought back briefly, ruminated on a pencil he'd gotten stuck inside his desk once upon a time, and unclipped a flashlight from his belt. The deputy foreman turned to run. Martyn brought a workboot on the back of his heel, and a heavy blow to the back of... a helpful badge gave the man's name as Frank. Frank shot a horrified look back "Y-yyou're!" Another harsh blow with the light across his forehead. A brief punch to the kidneys, and he was flat to the ground, and then, when he stared up with that same stupid gaping mouth, Martyn Muller (supply relations) forced the flashlight's handle into that hole of worthless noise. And then  suddenly it passed deeper, out the back of his throat, into the ground beneath, with the man just gurgling and widening his eyes. A few workers had come running, wrenches held tightly, scanning this bloody faced maniac."By the moons, what-" A chuckle cut him off. "Looks like an accident." The masked man in front of them fell through the floor and vanished.
    Ah, happy memories. Martyn Muller had spent a few weeks going after the smaller fish, the ones who'd let them get away with trying to off him. Twice. One at a time, and when he could he'd leave just the slightest hint he was ever there. Nowadays just one target was enough to keep him going, this chase had lasted so long it was its own entity. The Sparrow. He checked his watch. Just in time. It was silent in a way it shouldn't be, and the pale grey of its underbelly made it near impossible to spot from the ground but there it was, pulling up to the building several stories above him. About five minutes to reach them. What was it they said, "Bring it on?" He tucked his cap low over his eyes and allowed himself a grin.