Zouichi glanced at Sakura, briefly puzzled about why she was naked again, then nodded. Stowing his collapsed coil rifle behind him and donning his customary motorcycle helmet, he stood below the tube, raised his arm, and fired the small grappling device attached to his wrist.

The needle of the device embedded itself into the material at the top of the tube, trailing meters of weight-bearing wire down to the ground below. He pressed another button to retract the wire, letting the device lift him swiftly upward to the area at the top.

"I'm up," he called down to the others remaining at the bottom. You jelly?