Dekka's mind was racing, his heart drumming inside his ears.
"Just fucking hurry up." Was all he said, keeping his eyes upon the mordecai, his mind racing, eyes flickering around as they were reloading their weapons. He licked his dry lips. FUCK! WHat were they going to do, and as he watched, and the men pointed their guns back up at them, he braced himself for the shot, when he heard one of the men go..
"Hey.. ain't this the device that man used to get up there?"
The others moved towards his side, lowering their weapons as they studied it.
"It looks like some sort of gun." And then the one man turned it over, realizing..
"It's a fucking grappling hook gun."
"Fuck me," Dekka whispered, gritting his teeth as he watched the men point it up at them.
"Let's see hwo well it works.." and the one guard shot it, and the hook nearly cleaved through Dekka's hair.
"God's fucking damn it," he said, moving uneasily within the chandelier as he watched the thing hook onto it. He narrowed his eyes on it, then held his breath, looking down at the men below. Was this for real? Were they really going to use his own device against him!?
"So how do we fucking use this thing to get up-"
ZZZZZZZZZZZT! and no sooner did the man speak it did he release his hold upon the trigger and went sailing u nito the chandelier. He let out a scream, grabbed on haphazardly to the edge of it as Dekka smirked and looked down at the man who was flailing around, having no idea how to climb up into the chandelier.
Dekka simply walked forward, the chandelier lightly swaying under his weight before he yanked his grappling hook gun off of the man.
"Thanks," he said, patting the dangling man upon the head before he turned to Evangeline and smirked. "Looks like we got ourselves a way out." ANd he wasted no time aiming the grappling gun at the open window, took aim, fired; latched onto the woman, pulling her close.
"Hey.. how about a kiss for the road?" Before he smashed his lips hotly against hers before releasing his finger ont he trigger, and the two went sailing across the air, lips still locked together before landing on the other side on the narrow window sill.