Finding a bike seemed like the easy part. He got to sit on his ass and drive around. Roxy, on the other hand, had to get herself up to the highest building she could find nearby. Her boots took her up the steps quickly, backpack on her shoulder as she round the turns to go up and up every flight until she reached the roof. Breaking out to the surface and dim, overcast light she crouched at the rim around the edge.
Her backpack was thrown open, it zipped around the outside and revealed a sniper's rifle carefully locked within a padded case. Expertly, with great practice and care, Roxy put the device together. Her ponytail swung around over her shoulder as she then turned and set the legs up on the roof's band, kneeling just so she was high enough to see. She then clicked her glasses and let them focus in, as well.
"I'm here," she replied as she blinked twice to clear her vision and look through the spy glass on the rifle. "I'm ready on your mark."