As she came closer to the top, she heard voices and froze. She was completely vulnerable here. If a guard heard her and happened to look down, it would be a moment’s work to knock her off the wall and onto the hard cobblestones below.
She breathed slowly, shifted slightly. The soft mortar was starting to crumble under her hooks. It wasn’t meant to stand up to this kind of treatment. The guards were grumbling about the Inquestor working them harder than they were used to. They were right above her…

The War Machine: Chapter Three