Sirens in the distance tell me the authorities may be on
their way. If so, their response time is better than most. I see the Cuscuses
hear them as well. They take the fight above the street. One of them manages to
grab Kyle around the neck and drag him up the side of a building. The other two
follow along the side delivering blows to his belly and both sides. He grabs
onto a windowsill and jerks forward pulling the first Cuscus off the building.
He breaks free of the headlock. Kyle twists his body, grabs the windowsill with
his other hand, plants his feet against the side of the building, and pushes
himself several yards in the air towards a large scaffolding. He weaves his way
up the green bars. The Cuscuses follow him up.
Two patrol cars stop next to the battered newsstand. The
officers get out of their cars and look around. One of them scratches his head.
I can’t hear what they are saying, but I’m sure it involves a lot of “I don’t
believe it” and “have you ever”. The newsstand owner tries to direct their gaze
upward, but he must be a foreigner with a thick accent, because the officers
act like they can’t understand a word he is saying.
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