KID paused once inside, but he didn’t stay still for long. The gunmen weren’t far behind, and they were catching up quickly. Mentally cursing, he made his way further up the building, going over things in his head. If he could get enough of a wind once he was high enough up, he should be able to glide ideally a kilometer or two, though he wasn’t going to count on it. The shots were getting too close.
At this point, he could really only hope luck was on his side yet again. Too many factors left to chance, and no time to think them all over. He wove through the floors, still riding to the roof. Ideally, he’d be there in a few minutes.
Rather alarmingly, Hakuba found that the shots were getting closer and closer to where he stood. He looked over the railing again, then turned, headed back toward the stairwell at a liberal clip.
If there was legitimate trouble, and it wasn’t from the police, chances were that it was a group that would not play by the metropolitan police department’s handbook in terms of allowable firearms and the subsequent procedure to deal with it. With shots being fired, the detective believed it was safe to say that it was the more the style of someone who didn’t care at all about the police.
He reached the door to the stairwell and quickly swiped his card to get access. All in the vain hope the he would be able to get out of the way in time.