My Masked Assassin

Chapter Two: The Chase

I was weightless.

For one glorious second I felt like I was flying, till gravity decided to be a bitch and wreck everything.

I plummet to earth, but I quickly unhook my 'commando belt'-that sounds so wrong in so many ways- and hook it round a stray washing line. I zip down as the belt and the line strain against my weight. Hey I'm not that heavily! I could easily pass for a size zero.

The other end of the building were the clothing line ended was fast approaching, not to worry, I swing my legs backwards with so much force I thought I heard the line cut. I push myself forward and lunge feet first into the air, coming down hard standing on my feet.

"Take that gravity." I hoist the belt back round my chest, wondered what I'd've done if I had decided not to bring it. I look back at my window, it shut tight close, on a good day I could make the jump if I had enough running space.

Weeeeeeeeeihhhhhyooooooooo weeeeeyoooo....

Sirens continued to filled the night air, I run to the edge of the building to look down, another police car goes by. Thank God, now I have something to follow.

I start running, jumping between buildings, keeping pace with the squad car. I didn't have to run to fast, unless the car made a turn left and I'd have to jump down to smaller building to catch up.

I unhooked my belt twice to zip down more lines so as not to lose the car, people started to notice me when I whooshed down a telephone line across from a popular diner. People pointed and brought out their phones, no time for autograph's folks, I'm kinda busy.

"Whoo!" someone yelled.

Other joined in a clapped, gosh, I feel so loved.

 The car took another sharp turn that made me wonder if he was trying to lose me, wouldn't be the first time.

We were nearing the city center, and I noticed people were running in the opposite direction. Oh goody! If I was lucky maybe it was a shootout, or a highly armed mob fight. Last month a massive manhunt for a murderer was underway, the guy saw a horror movie and decided to copy it by amputating his hand and replacing it with a butcher's knife. Kinda like Wolverine but with a tub load of blood.

The car screeches to a stop behind a blockade of others cars before a bank. I jump onto the top of "REARVIEW PLAZA PARK HOTEL", weird name, or maybe I was reading it wrong, seeing as I was standing from the back.

"Let go of the hostages and step away from bank." A male voice echoed through a megaphone.

Bank. Hostages. Megaphone. It was a stick up! Or is it called a hold up? I've gotta stop having Texas Tuesday movie night.

I could just about make out five people kneeling down infront of a very thin figure. The cops where a good hundred feet away, why won't they shoot him?

I had to get a closer look, I jump off the edge of the building, did alittle somersault in the air and landed on the hotel sign. I stood up and noticed I hand landed on PLAZA. Well it was a lot better than if I'd landed on REARVEIW, come to think about it that be cool, would give me a lot of attention. I shook my head, focus girl, focus.

The figure was walking around behind the five kneeling figures, something big and square was strapped onto their chest. Like baby carriers dads wear. The figure looked to be a man. He was waving something around that made all the cops back up an extra 10 feet.

Bomb, that's all it could be. I reach into a pocket of my belt right around the back of my waist. I felt the hilt of my knife. It excited me, but I wasn't a fool, I wasn't gonna be the first one to draw blood, well...that's not to say that I'd be the last.