Part 1 of urban adventures
He picked the lock of the door and hurled himself in. He checked his floor plan and then stuffed it in his jean pockets as he climbed the first set of stairs. As he climbed higher he eventually reached the top and went in the next office door. He sat down at the chair and started to rummage anything that could fetch a meager amount of money. Golden pens, golden pins, he even found a silver button that had probably fallen off the office man’s coat.
As he reached for it, there was sudden chaos. Two dozen security guards rushed through the door and they were armed. They filed in and took up positions. The room went completely silent, except for the creaking fan. James could have done a number of things right then. He could have just given himself up, or turned himself in, or pretended he worked there, or was the son of a man who worked there, but he did none of those things. He jumped out the twelfth story window. It imminently smashed under his weight, and he was lost from the vision of the guards. Seven rushed to the window but could see no man. They did not realize that, not more than a foot away, James Nicolson dangled from the roof using one hand. The other was fingering a silver button.