Malcolm's POV
Malcolm stood at the door, one hand on the handle as he checked the road below, his eyes moving once across the people behind him before settling on Iyisha.
"Take care of him."
She nodded, biting her lip.
He went down the ladder first, the metal groaning under his weight as rust flaked from each step, his grip tightening along the sides as he controlled the descent.
He dropped the last few feet and landed low.
The street looked empty.
He knew it wasn't.
Around the corner, hundreds were held in place by the noise coming from the opposite street where objects still dropped from the rooftop.
He glanced up and gave a short signal.
Move.
One by one, they came down.
Malcolm crouched and moved along the wall, putting down the ones stuck near the base of the building, his strikes controlled as he checked the perimeter at the same time.
A sharp sound cut through.
Metal hit concrete.
Malcolm looked up.
Archie hung from the ladder, one step bent out of place.
