Brat-Kuza

C-3

     Chromo stops circulating and heads back to the room he last saw Spidey in. There was no one, making his heart drop, knowing exactly what had happened. He sprints out the entrance and looks for the vehicle he was carried in, only to see tire marks from a U-turn. How the fuck do you leave a whole person!? His anger shrivels into fear as he runs to the other street, hoping patrons or police wouldn't stop his escape.

     He frantically searches for another alleyway he could zigzag through, but every time he sees one, it leads to the original street, police spilling in from the opposite direction. Suddenly, his noggin was bonked by a small pebble from above, stopping him in his tracks. Looking above at a nearby building on the opposite sidewalk, a person covered in black with dark orange stripes on the arms was on the roof, crouching down to stay out of sight but standing just enough that Chromo could see.

     Who the hell is that there? Chromo couldn't understand why the person wanted to help, but to refuse aid while exposed in the street would be a grave mistake. He quickly checks the road for traffic and sees a cop car turning to the stretch of asphalt he was on. His feet make haste and run to the building with the mysterious person on the roof. Chromo sees another pebble tumble from out of a small dead end alley and spots stairs leading to balconies of multiple apartments. That was his ticket to be out of sight from the cops. He quickly climbs up the stairs, reaching the rooftop, meeting the person who made him aware of the opportunity. "Why do you want to help me?"

     "I just wanted to be of help, of course, for the right price." The voice belongs to a man, but the lack of tall street lights obscured his face from Chromo. He holds his hand out, but Chromo has no money.

     "Look, I understand you want a payment now, but I promise you I can spot you later. I really don't have any bills on me because I'm... kind of, you know... in the middle of not getting caught?"

     "I can tell, and I don't care. Give me something of worth or you're battling to keep yourself from falling 5 storeys down."

     Frustration pans on Chomo's conscience. He has no means of handing over anything that could be the difference of staying alive, getting captured or death. "I promise, I have the money, I know we just met, but you need to have some faith in me. Can you do that?"

     The man turns his head away and starts running to the next building. Thinking he got through the man's conscience, Chromo follows and the two go roof-hopping into different neighbourhoods. Once Chromo sees the Bratz Inc. building, he stops following the stranger, carefully descends the roof via a metal ladder and heads back to base. By the next two buildings, the stranger notices his impromptu buddy has left, staring at an incorporation, planning his next move.