Frank made the leap across the street; the 60 foot gap was what he
needed to distance himself from his pursuers. He landed on the roof of
the other building, rolled and came up with both guns blazing. He was
firing in the direction he had came from.
The bullets hitting
their mark, catching two of his pursuers in mid air, and sending them
straight down to where the street below. A third one was hit
as well, sending him from his safe trajectory. And then he bolted
once again.
Two down. Three more to go, Frank thought.
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