Alright, there was a bit of name confusion, but I fixed it. No other changes.
Frank chanced a glance down. The moonlit streets were bathed in streetlamp light, but not the rooftops. Twenty stories up, dangling from a ledge, ten feet under the roof ledge was bad enough. But having to hang onto Joe made it nearly impossible. The 17 year old had been knocked out cold by the crooks, before they fell off the roof.
'Maybe they've gone downstairs to see if we're there . . . At least there's no shooting."
Of course, one of the gunmen found him. A bullet whistled past his head.
"Oh snap! Me and my big mouth!"
"Frank? What's goin' on?"
"Finally! Joe, I need you to hang onto me."
Joe took the situation in. "When are we going to learn?" Joe quipped, as he grabbed Frank around the waist.
"Probably never," Frank replied, climbing over to a fire escape. "Just a few more feet…"
There was a sudden, sharp sting on his arm, followed by the crack of a gun. His grip gave way, and they plummeted towards the ground. He heard Joe shout, but he couldn't grab anything.
They landed hard on a dumpster. Frank lifted his head a bit, in time to see someone rush up to them. He tried to get up, but the man . . . or boy, or woman, placed a capsule in his mouth. He tried to spit it out, but it melted in his mouth, almost instantly. His eyes grew heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
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I hope you enjoyed it. It know it's short, but I wrote it in an hour. I hope to make the next one longer . . . We'll see.