He had his back against the north wall of the warehouse. The metal was cold through his jacket. He looked up. The drainage pipe was exactly where the blueprint said it would be. Rusted and old but it looked like it would hold.
Mika's voice came through the earpiece. Barely a whisper.
"Fog's good," she said. "Moves with you. It covers your shape perfectly."
"I can taste it," Hiroshi said.
"Good for you. But you have no time for that now, stop tasting and start climbing."
“You right.” He smirked. He grabbed the drainage pipe with both hands. The metal was rough under his fingers. Its lakes of rust started to come off on his palms. He pulled himself up. His feet were finding the brackets. Arms doing the work. Three weeks ago he couldn't have done something like this. Three weeks ago his
