#jse writes

Jackie pulled his grappling gun from his belt, aiming it at a faraway building. He jumped off the ledge of the building he was standing on, pulling the trigger on his gun. A rope shot out, hooking onto the metal fire escape. He swung over the streets below, landing on the steps of one of the escape landings, going up a few flights. He stopped at a particular window, the curtains pulled tightly over the pane. He slid it open, quietly slipping into the apartment. He started walking around the apartment, digging through cupboards, looking for a first aid kit.

The hero felt something cold touch the back of his head, along with a click.

“Stand up slowly,” said a voice behind him, “hands up, don't try anything.”

Jackie obeyed, raising his hands above his head, standing up. The object, presumably a gun, was removed from the back of his head.

“Turn around.”

He did, slowly, not wanting to make the other believe he would attack. He wasn’t surprised to see that there was, in fact, a gun in the person’s hands, nor was he surprised that the gun was still pointed at him.