25
Run Or Die
The free runners were gaining with every step, with two more closing in from left and right.
“Someone must have spotted us. Cut my ties,” Nathan said, between breaths.
“No,” I said.
“Cut my ties so I can fight.”
“Just keep running,” I said, before leaping off a solid stone roof on to another made of sloping, corrugated iron.
The first runner caught me as I landed.
As Nathan scrambled up the roof, I struggled for grip. The first runner, narrow-eyed and fat-headed, put a hand on my shoulder and whipped a knife from his belt. I half-turned and side-kicked Fatty Head off the roof, into a narrow alley below, where he landed adroitly and scurried off.
I climbed up the corrugated roof and sprinted across a series of flimsy metal panels each one rattling and riding up underf
