4 storey steal

"YOU HAVE TO PAY FOR THAT YOU THIEving cun..."

The ice cream man's voice trailed off around the corner as the skinny man turned and then jumped over a fence. Closely behind him, with fury in his eyes, the tall man gave chase. The skinny man was carrying a small pouch in one hand, and the remains of a 99 in the other, realising this he shook out the messy contents and smeared the rest on a lamp post as he used it to turn. Dumb luck struck that day when the tall man tried to use the same spot on the lamp post to pivot, and in slipping, threw himself into a parked VW Beatle.

The day was hot, the street was a playground, the chase continued.

Vaulting and dodging children, the skinny man progressed towards a junction. He was tiring. He had no plan to turn down either end of the T but to find refuge in the building at the end. Crossing through traffic, his entrance was masked by the No.14 enroot to Golders green.

With enormous velocity the tall man pushed his way down the street, kicking the football in his path over the telegraph poles, flattening a toddler and then parting a red sea. The children, once dazed and amazed by the skinny man, were now terrified of the tall, hugged the sides of cars until the tall man had passed.

As he looked out down the roads of the junction, the tall man took a deep breath and sighed, but as he lifted his head he saw a familiar shirt sleeve through closing lift doors. Weaving through cars he sped into the building, he gave chase up the stairs in the hope to catch the button on the first floor. No luck, the lift was continuing to the second. He tried again, charging up another 28 stairs, he went to hit the panel and missed by seconds. Pounding the elevator shaft with his fists he ran towards the next set of stairs towards the top floor.

Half way up he was halted by a group of adolescents who almost wet themselves when the tall man yelled "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY OR I'LL CUT YOUR DICKS OFF". Obliging and recoiling in fear they moved out of his way whilst at all times trying not to lose face.

The skinny man heard the shouting as he exited the lift and panicking went for the stairs to the roof. As soon as he got to the top he knew he had made a mistake, the only way out was towards the tall man. He looked around the top and seeing only air vents wondered if he was thin enough to fit in them, but it was too late. The door swung open with a bang. The tall man was sweaty, but not tired. This was it.

"You're out of options friend, no where to run"
The tall man strode towards the skinny. The skinny man backed off, edging his way closer and closer toward the drop. The tall man smirked as he stretched out his hand...
"Tag. You're it"