Malcolm strides into the room. Picks a glass of champagne from a passing butler. All stare ns he raises his glass "Gentlemen, ladies. Forgive the Tardiness, an emergency –-"
From the hallway - BOOM -! The door bursts open, Malcolm is blown over by the blast as the smoke cloud races inside.
As the smoke furls around the guests, they choke, fall.
Ianto leaps in, gives Malcolm a breather and he inhales. Now immune to the gas, they hear - CRASH - ! Malcolm is woozy and clings to Ianto as they see through the thick cloud that three men are with a group of hooded men, all in gas masks. A kidnapping and Ianto struggles with Malcolm's weight as they descend.
Addled by the smoke, Ianto is clipped from behind and loses his grip on his lover.
The men haul away Malcom, the hoods form a guard to protect the men.
Ianto chases them up the stairs towards the roof, his heart pounding in his ears as he realises he is too slow. Several floors between them.
They load their prize onto waiting choppers as Ianto trips a hood, then chops him down on the ground. He ducks into an elevator.
The posse of hoods fan out on to keep pace with him. They head upstairs, pressing elevator "CALL" buttons on every floor, as Ianto waits calmly inside. Doors open. A hail of bullets hit the lift as Ianto steps to one side until the doors close.
Ianto sighs with exasperation as he sees a bullet nicked his arm. The elevator rises.
At the next floor, the doors open two assassins rush inside. Ianto cuts one in the throat with an elbow. A punch, then -Punches - kicks - stabs the other on, a more WWE Wrestler type, who recovers enough to grab Ianto by the throat.
He chokes, breaks his stranglehold, swerves him round, gains a nelson hold on his arms and throat nd a knee in his back in time for - PING! The sixth floor where Ianto spins his captive around, in time to face a blast of fire from a flamethrower in the hall.
The man gets fried, but shields Ianto from the worst of the blast. He hurls him clear of the doors, which slam shut.
Up Ianto goes. Looks for an escape route. Bangs on the walls. No trap doors. No secret panels. The "floor" light flickers between floors.
The doors open. A grenade is hurled inside the doors, it rolls to one corner, Ianto dives to the other side, then Scrambles for the grenade. Picks it up. It slips out of his hands. Scrambles more. It slips just beyond the elevator doors. Which start to shut. Ianto leans out a foot, kicks the grenade towards the assassins, and as the elevator doors close it explodes among the butlers, one escapes the blast and rushes to the next floor where he waits for the elevator. Removes pin. Grenade ready. The light PINGS. Doors open.
About to throw it inside, when he hesitates. Looks inside. No Ianto? He wonders what to do, and the doors shut; he jams his foot. The doors open again. He moves in and looks round. Nobody there. Until, as he thought to look up. Where, spread-eagled like an X on the elevator roof, limbs flexed against the walls is Ianto. He drops down and scissors the Assassin's head between his legs.
The grenade rolls free and Ianto spins around, twists around, grabs his ears, and Sits on his face. Buries his head in his crotch. A muffled sound from the guy, until Ianto scissor kicks, breaking his neck. Ianto lets him fall with his head out. Leaving his neck between the doors. So as he leaps out, heads up for the stairs, the elevators doors.
SLAM! And - BOOM! His GRENADE rocks the elevator, which breaks from its cables, and plummets down the elevator shaft, shaking the building as it crashes. Everything shakes with the impact of the elevator as Ianto battles his way up, step by step up the winding staircase, at the top, a skylight, which flips open.
A man leaps out, throwing back inside a smoke grenade, and locks the skylight. As the grenade explodes in the narrow staircase, filling it with purple smoke. Ianto rushes through the smoke, choking. He gets to the skylight, tries to open it - locked.
A moment's panic as he hears the whine of the rotors telling him they are getting ready to take off. Then Ianto punches a hole in the glass with a snarl, flicks the switch, flips the skylight up, and emerges into the night air. Snowflakes tumble around him.
Blades whirling. Amid the blizzard, the men ready to escape in a super-fab streamlined chopper.
Another assassin attacks Ianto, pins him on his back, overlooking the city. Stands up before him as Inato is bent back over gargoyle, over now snow white city ...
Oliver knees assassin in balls.
Flicks him backwards. As his body hurtles down into the snow-covered streets, Ianto rushes forward.
But too late: sees the chopper is about to take off.
The chopper rises slowly as Oliver fires an arrow but it is eaten in the blades.
Ianto looks over the edge. A fifteen foot leap ... Impossible.
A farewell wave from one of the gas-masked man.
Ianto is still contemplating the jump, beneath falling snowflakes, as the distance grows.
The rope/chain ladder coils into the chopper's belly.
From the chopper, a giddy look down thru a glass command module. A fairy tale, snow white city.
A sound alerts them to something banging from outside on the door. The nearest man opens the door, sees Ianto hanging onto the helicopter struts. The man is too dumbstruck to say anything.
Ianto grabs his jacket by the shoulder, yanks him up, flicks him out and he flies into the open air. Ianto watches him fall "Anyone else need a lift?"
The lead assassin moves forward, but Ianto is slamming the door, still clinging.
"Can't you throw him off?" the lead assassin yells and the Pilot nods, works controls, the chopper dips as a kinky leather boot crashes into the Pilot's face as Ianto kicks in the windshield from the front of the chopper, the Pilots can't see - a sudden rush of cold air as the Pilots struggle for control -
"Where'd he go?" one pants as he turns to where the other assassins are.
With the blades whirling directly over his head, Ianto slides over the top of the chopper and lets himself down the other side as the Co-Pilot pokes his head out of the cockpit.
Ianto grabs him with one hand, hoists him up into the air.
The Co-Pilot dangles over the city. Grabs Ianto. Slithers back onto the cockpit. Head-butts him. Ianto crunches back onto the metal. Blades whirring close!
The co-Pilot peers into his eyes "Happy landings."