Navigating the night time rooftops can be seen as rather difficult, but in this city, almost every rooftop is illuminated by fog lights, and slow-flashing red lights for guidance. Faith carves her way across the rooftops with ease, everything performed by natural reactions and behaviors. From time-to-time, she would run into a couple of blocks. Mainly having to divert her course due to squads of Pursuit Cops investigating the area that she was in. But it didn't seem to slow her down one bit, as she kept moving on to her own personal objective.

Eventually arriving, Faith eyes the AC cooling tower, the same one that Merc gutted, and established his own HQ in, but is now reduced into a dreadful mess. Faith steps inside to see that everything has been left the same. The computer console all smashed to pieces, documents scattered all over the table and floor, empty gun magazines, and shells lay all over the floor, and bullet holes that have penetrated the ground, walls, and furniture that have been flipped over were also present. Walking over to the couch that has been turned over, she sees that Mercs body remains the way it was left when she found him. Faith kneels down, and lays a hand over his cheek. The flesh of the one who trained her, and turned her into the woman that she is now that was once warm and alive, is now cold, and completely dead. A tear had run all the way down to her chin, and onto the ground below her. Her bottom lip had begun bleeding due to the excessive force of her teeth biting down onto it. Her emotions running rampant in her mind.

"I promise, Merc," She stated angrily, "the Runners aren't going anywhere. We'll change this city into what it's suppost to be. The Blues, Callaghan, every one of those fuckers will become a thing of the past. The people deserve what they've been granted from the beginning, their own freedom, their gift of wings."

After Faith was done with her promise, she torched the AC cooling tower. Watching as the fire lit brightly, she could feel the singeing heat caressing her skin, and see the smoke that rose up to the night time sky. This was to ensure that when the Blues came back, they would be incapable of bringing back evidence about the Runners, and their clients. It will all eventually burn into a pile of ash. But at the same time, it was also a proper send off. Faith quickly left the area, jumping down onto a staircase, and making her way down to street level. Covering about three blocks, she couldn't help, but take a second look at the fire that burned stronger behind her. She sighed, and turned to move forward again.