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The mischief carried on with their mission, snouts raised upwards, searching within the confides of the building to find the items of value for their master.Ā Hartley watched the last leg make their way inside. Despite the recent lack of security around the area, he took no chances in staying idle. Others in the area, by his observations, were not afraid to squeal. He had to be ready.
To his left, there was an old fire escape ladder. He outstretched a hand towards the rusty handles, gripping tight and shaking the structure. There were a few creaks that followed, but he could see the hinges were strong enough from behind. Without a moment to spare, he secured his flute back into its holster and reached for the handles.Ā
Peter stood there with a grimace on his face and his pistol in hand, stature frozen as he watched the mass maneuver about with an obvious intent and purpose. The creak that erupted beyond the chittering tore his attention from the rodents; he headed in that direction despite the scurry of tiny feet behind him. It would be stupid to leave the rats to their vices, but there was something else going on here that piqued Peterās interest.
That something turned out to be a man who looked keen on getting out of there, so Peter aimed his pistol in his direction.Ā āI wouldnāt do that if I were you, pal,ā he called out and motioned for him to step away.Ā āThey yours?ā Peter asked with a nod to the rats; he had his ears fixed on the mass behind him, but his gaze was glued to the redhead in front.












