As Myles swung through the city, his heart pounding with adrenaline, he could hear the distant wails of police sirens growing louder behind him. The sky was his canvas, and the intricate web of buildings and structures his playground. With each calculated swing, he propelled himself forward, narrowly evading the pursuing police cars that weaved through the streets below.
His agility and acrobatic prowess allowed him to effortlessly navigate the urban landscape, effortlessly gliding from one rooftop to another, his movements fluid and precise. The city lights blurred into streaks as he pushed himself to the limits, embracing the exhilarating rush of speed.
Myles knew he had to think quickly and creatively to outsmart the relentless pursuit. As he swung towards a towering skyscraper, he spotted a construction site nestled in the heart of the city. The unfinished building offered an opportunity—a temporary refuge from the prying eyes of law enforcement.
With a swift and graceful descent, Myles landed on the construction site, surrounded by scaffolding and half-built structures. The air was thick with the scent of fresh concrete and the echoing sounds of hammers and drills. Taking advantage of the chaotic environment, he skillfully weaved through the maze of beams and platforms, blending seamlessly with the construction materials that concealed his movements.
As the police cars screeched to a halt outside the construction site, Myles disappeared into the shadows, his red and black Nitro 'mech-suit' blending with the dark corners of the building. He moved with a stealthy grace, hugging the walls and staying low to avoid detection. The police officers cautiously entered the site, their sights cutting through the corridors in search of their elusive target.
But Myles was already steps ahead. Sensing an opportunity, he climbed a towering crane that overlooked the construction site. With a steady hand and unwavering focus, he activated the crane's controls, slowly rotating it to face a nearby building.
As the police officers scoured the area, their attention fixed on the ground, Myles seized the perfect moment to make his move. He ran straight up to the tip of the crane and to a leap, soaring through the air with a breathtaking display of athleticism. In mid-flight, he extended his arms, grappling onto the side of the adjacent building, using the momentum to propel himself upward.
With the agility of a seasoned parkour expert, Myles scaled the building's facade, his movements a dance of strength and finesse. He reached the rooftop, his heart racing, as he looked back to see the bewildered police officers below, their voices filled with frustration and disbelief.
But Myles wasn't about to let up. He knew that the key to eluding capture lay in constantly pushing the boundaries. With a burst of energy, he sprinted across the rooftop, leaping over wide gaps and clearing obstacles with effortless grace. The wind whistled past him as he maneuvered through the urban jungle, always staying one step ahead of his pursuers.
As the chase continued, Myles found himself on a bridge spanning a wide river, its dark waters shimmering beneath the sunlight. It seemed as if he had taken a wrong turn as the police was now closing in from both ends.
He now had no choice but to use the only option he had left and take a daring leap of faith.
He quickly took a little device from his utility hatch, and attached it to the the side of Jon's neck, which instantly stuck on, creating a plasma mask that covered his nose and mouth with little air reserve proposed for a short period of time.
Summoning every ounce of courage and determination, he dashed away, sprinting towards the edge of the bridge, launching himself into the air.
Time seemed to stand still as Myles soared through the air, defying gravity for a brief moment. With a tremendous splash, he plunged into the river below, disappearing beneath the surface. The police officers, stunned by the audacity of his escape, watched as the ripples of his landing dispersed, unable to comprehend the mysterious figure who had just slipped through their fingers.
Myles resurfaced a safe distance away, catching his breath and allowing the currents to carry him downstream. He swam stealthily, keeping a low profile in the water, using the river's natural flow to his advantage. The sound of sirens gradually faded into the distance as he made his way along the riverbank, blending with the shadows and vegetation that lined the water's edge.
After what felt like an eternity, Myles finally reached a secluded spot where the river widened, and the foliage provided ample cover. He hoisted himself onto the riverbank, his suit dripping water and Jon soaked from top to bottom, his mind racing with the events that had unfolded. He took the device off Jon and unstrapped him, dropping aside for a short moment to catch his breath.
"Are you alright," Myles asked Jon.
"I'm good. I still can't move though" Jon replied.
Determined to put as much distance as possible between himself and the authorities, Myles set off on foot. "
Alright, come on," Myles said as he dragged Jon off the riverbank, strapping him once again to his back.
Myles now continued his journey, traversing through dense forests and open fields as he carried Jon on along on his back. The sunlight guided his path as he maneuvered through the bushes, relying on his instincts and knowledge of the land to avoid any potential obstacles.
He finally approached the end of the dense forest, now standing behind a long and large brick fence.
Taking a good grip onto an opening on the side of the wall, Myles took a leap, running on across the wall of the fence before performing a flip and landing into the area ahead all with Jon strapped to his back.
They had now come into the view of a semi-urban settlement. It was the lower part of the city.
"My, my trailer.... It's not far from here" Jon said as he came into view of the landscape.
"Alright then, lead the way" Myles said as began walking onwards awaiting direction to his steps from Jon.