Retreating to the middle of the narrow, shadow-filled alley, Buzz looks at the buildings to either side. Three doors open into the passage.
Quietly, he checks the doors. All are closed and locked, as are the darkened windows on the ground floor of each building.
Buzz glances at the silhouettes of the teams of MPs stationed at the far ends of the alley. “If we can’t get out, then we’ll have to go up.”
He assesses his predicament. There are no fire escapes and the alley is too wide for him to climb by bracing himself against each wall.
The fugitive pilot lifts the small brown monkey from his shoulder and sets it on the ground. “OK, Fido, time for you to find us a way up.”
Fido the monkey salutes Buzz and then runs back and forth along the side of the buildings fronting the alley, seeking a climbing foothold.
Finding a pipe clamped to the brick surface of one of the buildings with a series of U-bolts, he scurries up it, pauses, and waves at Buzz.
The fugitive pilot grasps the two-inch pipe and eyes it critically. “You realize I weigh a bit more than you, right?” he asks the monkey.
Fido puts his thumb to his nose and wiggles his fingers before continuing to clamber up the pipe. With a sigh of resignation, Buzz follows.
Gripping the pipe with his hands and knees, the pilot inches up the building’s side before noticing the pipe stops well short of the roof.
Following his furry pal’s lead, Buzz climbs a bit higher and stretches out his leg until he gets a precarious toehold on the third floor sill.
The fugitive pilot lets loose of the pipe and then shifts over to stand precariously on the ledge. “Great, yet another locked window.”
Two sills over, Buzz notices light and low music coming through a partly open window. Fido leaps to next ledge and waits for his friend.
As the pilot stretches out his leg and again tries to shift over to the new ledge, he loses his footing and falls toward the alley below.
TO BE CONTINUED!