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Marth applied the correct warning signal, his panic soothing as soon as he heard and saw the group clamoring out of the apartment. He gazed upon the many trinkets and exciting items which they had acquired. He wanted desperately to start looking at each item in close detail but was brought back by the commotion around him. As Marth glanced at Noah's focused expression, he knew now was not the time.

Marth held out his hands for the rest of the group, attempting to help in whatever way he could so they could quickly carry their items out of the apartment and make their escape. He grabbed whatever he could or was given, in order to lessen the load for the rest of the group to begin their swift escape.

"They can't follow us to the rooftop right?", he felt the need to ask Noah. He knew they were faster than the cops, as proved by his nimble escape beforehand, but began to exhibit worry after witnessing the sheer mass of items that the rest had gotten. He understood that the commotion and loud noise were raising his worry slightly as outcomes and possibilities were starting to boil in his head.
 
"No they wouldn't follow us from the roof, but they can try and cut us off," Violet immediately replied. She looked at all of the stuff they had, deciding to take some of them, as much as she could reasonably carry. There was still a lot of stuff though, perhaps a little too much to carry while running away. "Oh boy..." She still walked across the roof to get a much better look. There was a growing crowd pointing at them from the ground. And that one photographer is taking a couple of pictures.

This incident would be all over the newspaper tomorrow. She could just feel it. "Well, let's hope they got out good side. Quick march let's go home!" She told the team, "Noah, lead the way."

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"CHILDREN ON THE ROOF!? Thieves getting more creative, I tell you that," an elf from the flood said.

"How did they even get up the roof in the first place? That's so dangerous! Parents these days, cannot even raise their kids properly."

"They're stealing the tenant's personal belongings, I hope he has house insurance." a third added.

Just then the cops had broken through the door. They were swiftly rushing upstairs, and then now at the attic. Luckily for the humans, none of them could exactly fit through the window. Or none was exactly brave enough. They were on the much chubbier side and the effort to squeeze through might make them fall to an unfortunate injury.
 
Noah made sure everyone made it out of the window safely. “No we be fine. We have the rope. We’ll be fine,” he answered Marth and Vi. He considered for a moment to knot them together, but as the attention got to them he decided there was no time.
“Don’t worry, I have a plan,” he called as he grabbed Marth’s hand and started running over the roof in the opposite direction where they came from. It would be no use going back where they came from. Sliding over the roof one by one on the rope would leave them way too exposed. They had to get rid of the officers first. It would be fine. If they were fast enough. If none of them falls.
 
Marth looked at Vi and Noah, following Vi anxiously to the side of the roof. Gazing upon the commotion of what seemed like the entire city gathered in one place, Marths' heart started to beat faster. He started fiddling with his hands to take the attention away from his breathing which had almost reached hyperventilation.

Noah took Marth away from his stressed state by grabbing his hand and running in the opposite direction from which the group had come. Marth switched his eyes between the rope, Noah, and looking back towards the apartment. What could Noah do to take the group away from the perilous situation? Why were they running in the opposite direction? Marth took a deep breath and pressed his palms into fists to calm himself down. He returned to concentrating on maintaining balance on the rooftops and following Noah's lead. He would have to focus deeply in order to pull his weight and help the team escape.
 
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