Cyrus was out the office door and running back for the staircase. Now that he had what he came for, all he wanted to do now was leave. This was easier said than done. An explosion next to a building will obviously raise some suspicions. He knew somewhere in the levels below him, government troops were moving swiftly, clearing the floors. He estimated a time of about fifteen minutes had passed by the time the explosion had happened. Troops here five minutes after. He was on the thirteenth floor. With a minute per floor, the troops would show up in around three minutes. But Cyrus knew better. The sooner he got out, the better.
Cyrus sprinted back to the stairwell and pushed through the door. Before he took two steps up, he heard voices from below yelling "Floor twelve clear!"
They were closer than he had anticipated. Cyrus tightened the satchel and sprinted up the stairs three at a time, being careful to keep his footsteps soft, as to not make any noise. Cyrus kept putting more distance between himself and the troops below. With only one floor left to go, he turned the corner and began running up the second to the last flight of stairs when he heard the rooftop entry door open.
Damnit.
Cyrus hadn't thought that troops would be dropped off on the rooftop. If he didn't act now, he'd be seen. He did a quick turn and pulled open the door to the eighteenth floor and slipped through. He hadn't noticed if the troops descending from the roof had seen him or not, but he figured he'd find out one way or another.
Cyrus found himself in a hallway identical to the two he had been in before. He looked outside and saw a window cleaning scaffolding resting alongside the building he was in. He trotted down the hallway and opened an office door. The scaffolding was right outside the window. Cyrus walked over to it. At this height, there wasn't anyway to open the window. There was no need to. Cyrus thought about the situation for a second, then came to a conclusion. He didn't want to draw attention, but he didn't see any other options. Cyrus ripped out the computer console from under the desk he was in front of. He leaned back, and threw it as hard as he could at the window.
The shattering glass was louder than he thought. He was sure the troops in the stairwell had heard. They would be coming in soon. He wasted no time in jumping out onto the scaffolding. Cyrus then climbed ontop of the railing closest to the building, grabbed a hold of the ledge, and chinned himself up. Lucky for him, the helicopter had already flown away. Now on the roof, Cyrus looked around for a way down. He sprinted the perimeter of the rooftop, and on the opposite side was a building about ten feet below him and a good fifteen feet away. Not wasting any of his momentum, Cyrus leaped across the gap, rolled upon impact, and began running.
Cyrus found leaping from building to building one of the most enjoyable feelings. He bounded over a few fences, wallran across a gap, and slid down a drain pipe. Sprinting around a corner, Cyrus saw a flagpole sticking horizontally from the rooftop. He looked up and saw an antenna line stemming from above him down to a building far below and away from him. Cyrus sprinted onto the flagpole, used it as a spring to leap up to the antenna line, and zip-lined down. His descent took him to the building below. He landed on the building. Now, he was not far from the ground. He peered over the edge of the building to make sure no one was around, then he jumped down. He turned around and saw that he was standing behind a dentist office.
Remember to get my wisdom teeth checked, Cyrus thought. He heard a helicopter in the distance. Since it wasn't hovering over his position, he figured they had lost him. Cyrus wiped some sweat from his brow and walked out to the parking lot. Walking by the cars, he looked for doors that were unlocked. He came to a nice looking dark red Mazda 6. He opened the door, threw his bag in the passenger seat, and looked under the dashboard. With some finess and his trusty tactical knife, the car's engine turned in thirty seconds. Whistling to himself, Cyrus pulled out of the parking lot.