>The siren blares and I whip my head around. Five-o. Pigs. Heat. Here to stop my tagging.
>I spring up and pocket the spray paint as I put on the jets. They're already after me as I scramble over the nearby concrete barrier.
>Urban evasion is my strong suit, not getting caught anytime soon. I push ahead and duck into an alley, using my wings to assist the vertical leap I need to get up onto the nearby fire escape ladder.
>I'm already up two flights by the time the greasy lardasses even round into the alley. I chuckle to myself and keep it up, pushing up onto the roof.
>Today seems to be my lucky day as I'm met face to face with a cop, seemingly having come out of the nearby roof access door. Time to show that these claws aren't just for show.
>The overweight quetzalcoatl motions for his taser but his heavy arms aren't nearly fast enough. I dive and topple him like a bowling pin. He scrambles for ground but I've done this dance before. He catches a boot to the hand, ensuring he'll remain the non-threat he is.
>Without skipping a beat I then scramble to edge, glancing down. Seems I've got quite the fanbase as no less than five cruisers wait my arrival. I snicker and flex my wings once more.
>I back a few paces then sprint. A running leap takes me across to another roof aided by my wings. I may not be able to fly but thankfully neither can pigs.
>I hit the graveled roof and roll, scuffing my wings as I do so. Shouts of astonishment ring below as I fall back into a sprint. Thankfully the next few jumps are smaller.
>I hurdle a few roof edges and keep pace, hearing the chatter die down.
>I slow my pace and start to catch my breath now that I feel a touch of safety. I scramble down a nearby fire escape and land a bit awkward as I do.
>Shoe on gravel alerts me to another presence. I whip around and find today is really not my day as two more suited up drones wielding clubs.
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