Nate grabbed his grappling hook off of his belt. He couldn’t tell how cold it was through his gloves. He aimed and fired it at the roof of the manufacturing plant. The hook caught on the edge of the roof, a jagged metal from the harsh winter rains.

Nate jumped and swung towards the other building. As he swung down over the train tracks, a sharp snap came from the cable. Before he could react, he was falling.

A train whistle sounded.

And Nate was gone.