Trigger is covered – head-to-toe – in a reflective body suit that camouflages him from any randoms casually peering across from an adjacent skyscraper. He nonchalantly holds himself onto the building with just the touch of one hand’s fingertips, the bump of two ass cheeks and the balls of two feet. He keeps his other hand cupped over the covering on his right ear, which allows him to eavesdrop on…something.

His strangely tranquil setting is suddenly disturbed when two glass panes just 8 feet above his head open up. He jerks his head upwards, at first only spotting the tips of two boots poking out from the 41st floor. Then the boot’s owner jumps and falls past him in a blur.