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"Surrender to the man who wants to kill me? Why don't you just unhook me and finish it already, or are you that pathetic? Here, I'll help you out," Theta shouted back, as he reached for the fusion torch on his belt, watching as the device began warming up to the standard of 300 degrees Celcius, while the wind began kicking up even fiercer, as Theta began to swing harder and harder.

"Better than trying to listen to someone who can't even shoot a pistol straight, and expects people to follow him," With that, a gust of wind caught the torch, as Theta screamed in shock at it dropping. He tried to dive after it, but already being wound up in the rope prevented such action.

"You wouldn't happen to have a knife on you, would you?"

"You know, for someone who blabs on about how useful I supposedly am, you sure dont' do much. If you're too lazy to cut me off yourself, at least hand me the bloody knife." Theta yelled up, bored out of his mind, and irritated that the supposed leader was doing nothing that he should have been.

"I thought leaders were supposed to control the situation, and take action. But then again, I can see why you are not supposed to be our leader. Don't worry, I'm sure the Doc can tell you I'll swing here, in the middle of a rainstrom, swinging, until I die."

Theta looked, as he swung, half the time not even able to see the railing, as he swung under the building. 70 some meters of wire in a storm is like a pendulum, and Theta was getting sick of it. He drew his pistol, and aimed for the wire.

After some searching, Zeta had found a stun net gun that had had its charges drained, an emp rifle with a very low stun setting and a grappling hook attatchment. He inferred the path of the two clone troopers, marked by scuffs in the floor and stun residue on the walls, and followed it, finally emerging outside once more. He noticed a dangling figure far below, waving various weapons about and shouting loudly. Copy was at the top of a rope, shouting back and looking quite helpless. He waited a few moments to see if they could resolve the ordeal themselves, but he decided such things were better left during situtations that did not balance precariously between life and death.

Arming the grappling gun, Zeta realized he didn't really know how to use it. The stun net gun rendered similar circumstances. Sighing, he proceeded twoards Copy and gave him the grappler.

Zeta, now realizing why he preferred not to wear his helmet, grinned. "Do you think I, as a doctor, could recommend the use of a hooked weapon on one of my soldiers?" He patted Copy on the shoulder. "It's about the size and range of a pistol; I figure you should be able to handle it well."

(( .......I have no idea where we are....... ))

((you're probably assembled inside with the others... you should move towards the strategy room, where we find out about the next mission, but since there's no real authority there, you can do what you want))

Zeta nodded. "Understood." He leaned forward, crouched, and grabbed hold of the strong cord that had now electromagnetically bonded itself to Theta.