"Just leave him it's either us or him," she screams as she comes over, pulling me away from him which causes me to drop him.

We jump out the window to try to escape, but we see that we are surrounded by cops. We climb back in and run to the top of my house. These people just don't get it. I would never kill my parents. I don't know who would even blame this on me. Everyone in this neighborhood liked me. It sucks though since even if I get caught I can't tell them that we are spies or show them our badges since it would reveal our company.

We go to the middle of the third floor and I pull down a ladder and I climb up it which leads to our gigantic attic. I go to the window. I open it and step out, supporting my feet on a thin piece of metal spiking out of the side of the house. I shuffle over and reach up to the top of the roof. When I get to the corner I pull myself up ,with all the strength I have, onto the top of the roof. I get my feet up. I then climb up to the top of the roof where it has a three inch flat metal slab. Scarlet does the same. We see the cops surrounding the house. They are staring straight at us.

"Come down or we'll shoot," yells what seems to be the chief of the group.

We ignore him anyways. We turn around seeing the back of the house surrounded, too. We have to get out the hard way.

"Do you have any of your daggers?" I ask Scarlet.

"Yeah, I do," She replies.

" You better pull it out. It's about to get rough," I smirk as my mouth turns into a grin.

"Ok, what is the weakest link in the barrier?" she asks.

"Just use your sunglasses," I advise.

"How do you know about those?" she asks surprised.

"I have been to that store millions of times don't you think I would have notice them?" I ask rhetorically as I roll my eyes.

"I, umm, kinda didn't bring them," she admits

"Ugh, you are supposed take your gadgets wherever you go," I nag.

"That is a lie, and you didn't even give me time to get them," she argues.

I ignore her and try to scan the crowd of police. Luckily for the last few weeks we learned how to scan people and find their weaknesses. They are pretty smart, but I can see that they have some weak links. Though they are balanced out. I look to the right corner and these people look less trained, they are also younger.

"If we want to get past these guards we have to go through them," I acknowledge as I point to the right corner.

"Okay, so how do we get down there?" she questioned.

"We jump," I say confidently.

"What! We are like fifty or sixty feet in the air," she warns.

"Just follow what I do," I sigh.

I look right at the corner at all of the people. All of them have pulled out their guns and they are all pointed at us. We have to do this fast.

"This is your last chance to come down on the count of five 1... 2... 3... 4... 5," the chief demands.

They start to shoot and a lot of bullets start flying towards us. I start to run down the roof and toward the ledge. I jump off toward the the right corner and pull out my lime green clip pen. One of the cops has the gun pointed at me, the one in the right corner. I shoot him with pen and he starts to fall back. In the split second before I land, I look down and see the ground beneath me. If I don't land this right I could break my leg or even worse, if so it would cripple me and my spy career would be over.

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