Cryo-Sleep is supposed to put you into a medicated coma, but without the constant flow of meds one can theoretically wake up within an hour or so. While in the Cryo-sleep you're not meant to be able to dream or to think, you're a fucking vegetable. She hated Cryo because she could dream, she could dream the most awful things and not be able to wake herself up. On this particular trip all she could think of were the events this lead her to this piece of shite barge.

Cara finished cracking her knuckles as she stared at the opposite roof of the one she stood on. It was about six feet of empty space between the edges of the two six story buildings, with barbed wire on the opposite to prevent people from doing what she was about to attempt. She felt the trepidation slid down her spine as she ground her feet into the roof for more traction. "Okay… okay, okay." Her voice was more of a rush of air from her lungs as she sprinted at the edge.

The constant banging at the metal roof access door only added speed to her mad dash. One, two, three crashes later and she was in the air as the men burst onto the roof yelling profanities at her. Guess they didn't take to kindly to being robbed blind.

She flew through the air and every bone in her body felt that moment of perfect balance, the moment she understood that she would land perfectly clearing the barbed wire. She smiled and she commando rolled up into a perfect running position and sprinted across the roof to the very edge. Without stopping she slowed and jumped forward, her hands landing on the very edge of the building. She paused poised in a perfect hand stand on the edge of the height, then twirled around on one hand and let her body fall over the edge. She curled her body down, her belly hitting the brick a bit harder than necessary. She was barely hanging on with her fingers. Gun fire rang out and she glanced around for her next option. Her cheek scraped against the rough brick and mortar of the building as her ice blue eyes fluttered about. Bullets bit into the wall she hung off of but luckily they didn't make it through the wall into her soft body.

There was a fire escape seven feet to her left and she quickly used her feet to balance herself as she made her way to it. She worked her way over using her finger tips to grip the wall and like an inch worm walked her hands one over the other until she dangled over the escape. She examined it before placing her weight onto it. She heard a grunt from above and realized at least one of the men had made it. Instead of climbing down the fire escape she forced the nearest window open. She grits her teeth as years of grim and dirt made it stick. She got it open with little noise and dived into the decrypted apartment just as she heard the footsteps coming close to the edge. She flipped her hair back from her face and stared at the window, ready to defend if she needed. She stilled as she waited for the brute to do something.

"Oi! She's gone. Just fucking jumped over the edge like it was nothing'!" There was some crunching as he paced, "Check the streets, ain't nobody down there. She gotta be somewhere."

The young women glanced around quickly and snagged a rough looking jacket from the almost empty apartment. The wooden floors were warped beyond repair and she was certain the building had been condemned and this was a homeless man's squat for the month. If the stench of the coat wasn't enough to convince, the bundle of cloth that was a man curled up on a blanket in the corner was. She padded completely silent past him and his drunken stupor and exited the room, snagging his bottle of whiskey as an afterthought. She trotted down the stairs to the base floor and glanced out at the street.

Angry looking men were prowling the streets looking for her. All wore dark jackets with the red emblem identifying them as members of the Red Book Gang. Bollocks. Her eyes glared at the red patches wondering up and down the street.

She took a swig of the whiskey trying not to think of all the germs. She closed the jacket completely concealing her figure all the way down to her knees. She grabbed some dirt off the ground and rubbed it all over her face and flipped up the hood of the nasty jacket hoping the man didn't have lice. She spilled some of the liquid down her front and slipped into the crowd. Blending in completely with the other low lives of the area, not that it was too difficult. She walked closely to two other homeless men pushing a cart down the street. The bodyguards never even glanced her way. She smiled and trotted off to a nearby alley and disappeared into the shadows.