1 Grand Selvej street

/Tayven/

-Fuck! Tayven cursed too himself and hurried too the shorter side of the apartment in the abandoned looking crossing between the old apartments. He got to the ladder and climbed like he's life was depending on it, fast enough for him too be up on the rooftop in less then a minute. Wen he was on the roof he looked down and saw the cops, they were three. They were looking around the corner and got too the crossing nearest the apartment Tayven was on. Tayven crawled a little bit more too the middle of the roof before he quietly and quickly went too the other side of the roof. He sat down and looked towards the ground. "Nobody there, free too go!" he thought for himself. But just as he was going to jump too the other side, sense the space between the apartments were relatively short, he heard pounding from the ladder he'd just climbed.

He looked backwards and saw that the cops was on there way up.

"They must have heard me when I walked on the roof, damn it!" Tayven thought as he panicked a little bit. He stood up fast and jumped to the other apartments roof. When he landed he started running as fast as he could, but only fast enough to get away from the cops and still have enough stamina to get were he was going.

-Stop! one of the cops called out, the tallest of them.

Tayven didn't even as much as look back, he had done this so many times that he did not care about the cops that were after him. He knew were too get when he was chased and how too los them on the way.

Tayven kept running, he could hear how the cops were losing speed and started call for reinforcement, and they had not even got too the part were it got hard to follow in the turns. After ten minutes or so, the reinforcement came. They had helicopters and cars that were in the area of the apartments and ready to arrest the well known murderer, Tayven Whist. At least that is what they hoped too do...

"Hell, they actually got her fast this time!" Tayven thought ironically to try and lighten the mood for himself a bit. He started too run a little faster and turned a bit to the left and after a couple of roofs he got too a ladder down too the ground. But just as he sat he's foot on the ground, he felt a hard kick in the back. It was one of the cops, the youngest with light brown hair.

"He must have been right behind me! F(he)k!" Tayven thought as he fell handless too the ground. The cop how jump kicked him quickly placed himself on he's back.

-Hands on your back! the cop shouted angrily and breathed heavily as he grabbed Tayvens hands.

Tayven struggled drastically to resist and get away, back too the makeshift 'base'. But of all things that could be hard when committing crimes, the thing he had problems with was melee. He could almost never get away by himself, and the others in the group almost always had too help him.