Three men, running up on the roofs.
"You sure about this?" one of them- the youngest said.
They did not stop.
"Pretty much." The leader looked back. Black hair, lots of frills and definitely a toothless smile.
A teenager.
The other one, the longhaired one just stayed quiet.
All three had something in common. They were black-haired and definitely young. But there was something that tied them together- something different.
And the three just kept on jumping through the roofs up ahead in the dead of night.
"Stop-" The leader whispered, spreading one of his arms.
They stopped.
"What?" The long-haired one said.
"Security's tighter than expected; the roofs won't do."
It was night yet, the streets were pretty lit.
The roofs however weren't.
Most buildings were three-four floored on this planet unlike the rest of the planets.
And there was a reason for that.
