FourSev had just about finished getting comfortable in his own little home-brew recon post (Well, as comfortable as someone who's 80% machine can get on a ruined balcony with no furniture). He had found a position that put minimal strain on his bionic joints, and as he calibrated his shoulder mounted blaster cannon, a transmission came in. Begrudgingly, FourSev answered his communicator, not at all surprised to hear Loretta's voice come in, with yet another errand for him. These were assignments for a scout trooper, or a messenger droid, not a several million credit super-soldier. 

Sighing to himself, he deactivated his blaster cannon, the weapon lowering and the barrel collapsing into the hard-point on his left shoulder so it wouldn't burden him as much. From a loop on his belt, he attached a line of mono-wire, and mantled the balcony, falling a couple of stories before grabbing the edge of the building. He repeated this fall/stop/fall process until he reached the ground, and he retracted the wire. With that, he was on his way.

After a few hours of sustained jogging, he reached the spaceport, finding the shuttle and quickly taking command of it. Sitting down in the cockpit, he did some pre-flight checks before plugging himself into the shuttle's interface and taking it off. He flew from the spaceport using standard procedures and military protocols, and once he was in space, he entered an approach trajectory to the strike cruiser, awaiting for them to hail him.