Poppy nodded, took off the remains of the lock and opened the door. "Are you injured at all?" she asked as she stepped back and waited for him to exit the cell.
The ambassador brushed himself off, and stepped out. "No, I don't believe so. How do we get out of here? Francis frowned. "Ah... I should have asked that guy back there that."
Poppy rubbed the back of her neck as she thought. "What kind of back-up can we request?" she asked. "Could we request a helicopter, for instance?"
"Yes, but how is a helicopter going to get us from here?" He placed his hand on his chin. "If we go up there, then we'll get caught for sure."
"Ah! Clever thinking! Let's get going." He began walking back the way they came, the ambassador behind him.
"I aim to please," she said, shutting the cell door behind her. "Could you call them now, though, Francis? We don't want to be waiting when we get up there."
"Yes, of course." He pulled out his device and pressed a few buttons. It beeped, and he put it away. "They should be here in 15 minutes, I expect, as they have been awaiting the call."
"Lovely," Poppy said. They approached the elevator door, and she pushed the up button, and the door slid open with a soothing chime.
Francis pressed the button for ground floor, then top floor. He reached into his bag and grabbed a shiny, black ball.
"I'm serious about everything," he said, looking at her. The ambassador interjected. "I am very thankful that you have come to save me, and I trust everything you say, but... serious about what?" Francis paused him. "Just hold this while a chuck a grenade." He handed him his weapon.
Poppy shifted her weight slightly, obviously worried. Her gaze didn't leave Francis' face, and her eyes were like the influx of clouds right before a storm. "Be careful, okay?" she said softly, looking down at the ground.
"It's timed for 30 seconds, so by the time it explodes we'll already be back on our way to the top." The ambassador hopped around, not knowing what to do. He held the gun like it would shoot at any time. "Explode?! Are you crazy? That's incredibly dangerous, we could-" "Zip it," Francis said, sighing in irritation. "I've done it before. At this point, worrying is pointless."
"Here," Poppy said, walking over to the ambassador. "Hold it like this." She instructed him in a quiet voice as the elevator dinged to the ground floor.
When the door opened, Francis looked out, and spotted the entrance. He pitched the ball at it, then stepped back in and quickly pressed the 'close door' button. The ambassador held the gun correctly, cowering in the corner.
It took the people on the ground floor a couple moments to understand what was happening. In fact, very few people even saw the bomb sail from Francis' hands. The doors slid shut without incident, and they flew up the mountain. Poppy pinched the bridge of her nose, counting backwards from 30. "24...23....22...21..."
Francis brushed off his hands. "That went flawlessly. Hopefully it will be big enough so they can't even get to the elevator."
Poppy laughed lowly. "Yeah," she said. "Hopefully." The elevator sailed to the top, beeping at every floor. Poppy felt her guilt seep in like water, and she closed her eyes, leaning against the wall. The elevator dinged, announcing the trio's arrival to the roof. The doors opened, and a blast of cold air worked its way in.
The ambassador ran out, breathing in. "Sweet sweet fresh air!" Francis shook his head, then turned to Poppy. "Hey. Don't worry about it too much." He stepped out, hands in pockets.
