Mendez spotted Trey Becks ascending a stairway, visible when entering the building. He did the same, and then saw Becks turning around to a hallway. Roque kept a relatively close distance at this part of the chase, but at times Becks even got a chance to, for example, knock over a trash can in front of an apartment to momentarily slow Mendez down. Mendez' reflexes really did the work for him, as he just jumped over the impromptu obstacle, not much sweat dropped. Also, for yet another example, when some guy trying to open the door to his apartment. He was startled of two not-so-good-looking persons was on a wild chase. Due to the narrow hallway, there wasn't many room for Becks to try and slip in between of the hallway wall and the guy, so instead he momentarily wallran to effectively avoid the poor bystander. Roque just darted beside the guy, and judging by a quick glance back by Roque, he was dazed.
Both finally reached the rooftops, with Roque just a few seconds behind Becks. Becks, instead of actually giving up, made a sharp turn to the left and started to leap between buildings. Roque followed in hot pursuit. And then, after more parkour antics Mendez was growing tired of, they finally reached a very large gap. Not an ordinary jump would get anyone across, much less a bunny hop. Not an ordinary parkour practitioner would cross this, much less a washed-up war veteran like him. Unless, this Becks boy was not an ordinary one.
Roque had seen the gap the moment he landed on the building before it. He didn't know about Becks, but he at least would've slowed down. Maybe, if he was lucky enough, Beck's could've stopped. And then tried something at Mendez, of which he would gladly oblige. But, through his sight, he felt Becks not slowing down. He, instead, saw Becks accelerating. As if Becks didn't even saw there was a nicely put giant hole between two buildings. Or he was doing something Roque just came across two seconds before Becks finally did it. He was going for a jump.
Roque thought, well this guy is either escaping or die trying. Roque slowed down his run to a jog. And then to a stroll. He walked and watched as Becks attempted the jumped he either will escape from or die from. Becks sprinted, then fixed his footing and body motion. The footing was deliberately perfect, as Becks didn't look like he was about to trip. Then he leaped. It was as if all form of sound stopped save for Mendez' own heartbeat. Mendez was at the edge now. He peeked below if this guy had not reached the other building, much less the windows plastered on it. But instead what he saw was Becks crashing into one of the lower windows. He sighed, thinking, ah well, my breath might just give in now. He took several steps back, maybe ten, twenty, five, not even knowing exactly how many much. Then he took on a start, and deliberately placed his foot on the exact edge of the building. Then he jumped.
On his highest of jump arch, he thought he was gonna make it -- at least he'll plant his face on the wall if he managed not to go through one of the windows. Then he started to descend, gravity pulled him to the concrete below. He screamed, flailing his arms, slightly hoping he suddenly got the ability to fly. Then he descended, him getting closer to the building across. Then he saw a window, and made a brief calculation of him landing there -- at least reaching there, maybe by a finger. He then finally made impact with the window. The edge of the window, by the least. He was relieved, but come to think of it, if he didn't pull himself up -- well it's not like he was going to hang there forever. He struggled to contract all the muscles on his hands, and then finally setting his body on the other side of the window.
He coughed of fatigue, and then limped to the apartment door. The door of the apartment itself was open, and he had noticed before that the glass of the window he went in was broken and shards were scattered on the floor. This, at least, was the room Becks had entered by himself. He exited the room, into the hallway. He caught glimpse of Becks vaulting over a fire escape. Roque almost caught the idea that Becks was getting bored of this one particular guy, relentlessly chasing him all over the block, and decided to just end it. But his guts told Roque to follow Becks. By the time he reached the edge of the fire escape, he saw Becks, doing what he initially did at the beginning of the chase, only now he's climbing down. Roque was tired of descending the stairwell again. So he slowly climbed over the railing, and saw there was a coupe below, and considering it was not so high over the ground, the car would've cushioned the landing. Or, if it was not even close to a cushion at all, at least they he won't land on solid concrete. He saw Becks was looking away from the railing he was holding on, and Roque thought, he was about to let go. The moment Becks finally did, Roque also did the same -- releasing his grip on the railing and, illogically, he was perfectly directly on top of Becks. He dropped down and landed on the coupe, Trey Becks directly below him. The coupe was genuinely squashed but at least he got the game he was hunting for the last fifteen minutes. Finally. It wasn't like his targets didn't try to run, but he never had one that made him sweat.
Mendez practically laid on Becks' back. "Ah, finalmente. If only you hadn't ran we would've sat and talked like a civilized--"he received an elbow strike and he was flipped off from Becks, who looked like he was up for a rumble "--person!" Mendez grabbed Becks by the ankle and tripped Becks down. Both stood again, toe-to-toe. "Man, I don't know who you are, bro-dude, but no one's takin' my money! Again!" were the first words Roque heard from this hooded man. "Hey man, I'm not even gonna take your money! It's not even yours, anyway!" "Aw, go to hell, you piece of crap! I ain't gonna give my money now!" "I'll go to hell soon enough, if I'm not lucky. But certainly not for trying to be civilized!" With that word spat out, both Roque and Trey simultaneously drew fists, and launched them against one another. Both fists impacted hard on one other's. The next three seconds, both were wrestling on the car.
They both started on the roof of the coupe, before slowly mobilizing to the back hood, trading punches, kicks, and blows from wherever else their body can offer. By the back hood, Roque kicked Becks off the coupe and attempted to slam Becks using the trunk. Becks just dodged the fatal blow in time. Roque performed a drop kick on Becks, but Becks magically caught both Mendez' leg, lifted him, and threw him into the still-open trunk. He was about to do the trunk-cap-slam-trick on Mendez but Mendez retaliated with a kick before it could happen. Becks was knocked back. The fist-trade act continued. Mendez had no problem blocking and sideswiping every blow Becks offered, but Becks surprisingly held out well enough to avoid getting a fatal blow. Although it's not like Mendez didn't manage to land any successful blow on Becks. But none was enough to knock Trey down. From the back of the car, they slowly moved to the right side of the car.
At this instance, the participants got more creative to utilize the right side car door, front and back. Mendez had used Becks' head to open the back door windows, forcibly though, by slamming it through the window. Becks, on the other hand, had attempted to use the doors by swinging them Mendez' direction, trying to faceplant him with it. It hit Mendez (the first blow not to be dodged nor blocked), but Mendez still stood tall. Mendez in turn, after some punches later, slammed Becks' back against the front door window once, and then through it. Becks kicked Mendez (now the second successful hit against Mendez) and used the door to block Mendez' kick. The latter's foot would've been sandwiched if he wasn't quick enough to pull it from the door arc. Becks' next jab was blocked, and so the fisticuffs competition proceeded. That was, until Becks performed a mid-height roundhouse kick. Roque was fast enough to see it coming, and he ducked. He exploited Becks' speed and momentum to reverse his attack, lifted him by the lower body, spun, and threw him to the car. Becks' back was the first thing to make contact with the roof of the car. Becks slid down, now slumped against the car. Becks had been KO'd. It was by then Roque remembered he had a gun. He could've used that earlier to subdue Becks faster. But he didn't. If he did, he would have missed the thrill on bagging this catch. But then again, it could've been infinitely faster. Silly me, he thought.
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