One... two... three. They both lifted the cupboard as quietly as possible, slowly and carefully moving it out of the way and it was going well too--- until a single shelf from inside seemed to slide against itself and dropped hard to the floor, the sound rattling out through the broken doorway.
The footsteps below stopped and suddenly silence seized the building, every breath an overbearing noise before finally, Salim took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and with a nod, he prompted them to drop the wooden container. It hadn’t even touched the ground before there was a thundering of footsteps from below marking the ascent of a troupe of thugs. The agent was already grabbing his accomplice’s arm, pulling him fiercely towards the exit which lead them to a flat roof, his wide eyes scrutinising every corner for a safe escape and they finally locked eyes on one down the fire escape... but it didn’t look like it had passed a health and safety check in decades. It would have to do, however.
“This way!!!”, he motioned the writer towards it, before turning back towards the door and grasping for a makeshift weapon to arm himself with – they were on the group’s turf and they had to be ready for anything, so a very unsturdy broken pipe had to suffice. Turning back towards their only salvation, they lowered themselves onto the tired looking steel frame, moving down the equally exhausted staircase and it would seem their freedom was not too far... until there was a loud “WE GOT US SOME RATS HEADING DOWN”, was hollered loudly over the entire property.
It didn’t take moments before a few of their pursuers jumped down onto the escape, making the entire frame squeal in protest, a very evident shudder from the weight. As they hurried downwards, there was another thump as another thug made the jump. A dark head of hair whipped backward, hands grasping for support just as he looked up to witness the entire fire escape begin to buckle under the weight of far too many people. It was collapsing, with them ready to be crushed underneath. Salim dropped the makeshift weapon he had found and just as they were turning towards the last two stacks of stairs, grabbed Daiki around the shoulders and prevented them both from losing their footing before tugging him instead towards the railing.
“It’s coming down! We need to jump!!”, Salim’s words demanding in tone, and before the gentle writer even had a chance to retort, the East Wind threw them over the railing, just as the roof crashed against the one below, the momentum adding distance to their drop. Luckily they were closer to the floor than could have been and an agent’s quick movements meant that Salim had shouldered the bulk of the blow, the two of them rolling across the asphalt and finally coming to a stop as the collapsing fire exit erupted into a dust cloud.
Salim moved quick, gritting slightly as the feeling of taking too much weight on one shoulder made him tense before flight or fight kicked in and suddenly, he was pushing Daiki up, hoping the boy wasn’t hurt and camouflaging any sign of distress on his part. They needed to split while their angry house owners were dealing with being caught up in the commotion;
“We need to get out of here...! Are you okay to run?!”
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