For one second, Jasper, soulless and weightless, might have achieved nirvana. The sky was a rich, dark blue above him, the sun just below the horizon and the last stain of cherry red kissing the edge of the world, and he didn't even have to take a breath of the chilly air or taste the smoke that billowed out of the side of the helicarrier after him. That was behind him, and the sky above and nothing below, and just for that second he was suspended in absolute peace, the anxiety clawing his guts raw magnificently gone the moment he stepped out into the open sky.
With a fluttering blink of his eyelashes, he spotted the black point twisting gently in the air above him, making him squint and focus, and at all once the anxiety was back. That was a gun falling after him, and they were falling fast. Panic slammed him right in the center of his chest, making Jasper twist to see the rapidly approaching ground and sending him spiraling, out of control. He was clutching something like he could hold onto solid ground in this state. The bag!
The first arm went through a strap easily, but the pack flew away from Jasper then, making him kick and twist in the air to get control over his descent as soon as possible, very fast now, any second, this was not a safe drop height. Blindly desperate, he deployed the parachute over one shoulder, snapping him back up into the sky and his arm cleanly out of socket. He gave a yelp, eyes squeezed closed, nirvana completely forgotten, and pumped his legs ineffectually to try to alleviate the excruciating pain of is arm trying to tear away from his body.
Eventually, something had to give, and death felt suddenly very welcome. Jasper slipped free from the chute, squinting his eyes open just in time to see it whipped away in the wind before he crashed full force into a winter brown, icey rooftop garden.
On the street below, a gun fell out of the sky, bouncing off of the asphalt twice and coming to a skidding stop miraculously intact. Of the few that noticed the queer arrival, most froze, knowing they weren't alone. The tide of this particular brawl might change significantly in the next second.