You're on a hit mission. You just shot the target and you and your partner are scaling the wall out of a window, when your line gets stuck.

You panic, yanking at the rope, trying to get down before the police show up. "Fuck!" You hiss.

You yell Aidens name, whose already half way down. He looks up, meeting your eyes. No words are exchanged as a sense of calm washes over you. You immediately are able to loosen the knot and continue down the building.

Aiden is waiting at the bottom, ready to catch you.