(Don't know what she says and how it's spelled so I'll try my best)

Her pants filled the dark, bleak alley way as she sprinted. The clicking of her heels echoed back and forth on the slick brick walls. They were a dim greenish color, making her stick out even more in her purple spandex. 'WidowsKiss' was suppressed to her side but suddenly bounced up when she conducted a swift, sharp turn into an almost identical alley way.
All to be heard was her heels stabbing the concrete below her and boots stomping after her.
Static cracked over the intense noise before a gruff voice talked directly into her ear from a small piece. She abruptly ceased all movement and snapped her gaze towards the rooftop. The French perpetrator flicked her arm in the direction of the edge and quickly pressed a button on her forearm.
A thick-ish cord with a metal claw on the end protruded from attachment on her arm. She grinned slightly as the claw clinged onto the surface.
"Au revoir, enfoirè!" She boasted as she made her grand escape. The line pulled her up forcefully until her heels reached the edge.

AND THAT'S ALL SHE--  HE WROTE!