Acrobatic
It would take all of his skill. Sweat beaded across his brow with the effort, limbs trembling as he clung on for dear life. Almost there, almost there. He reached out slowly, fingertips stretching out slowly. His body was taut. It all rested on this.
The punishment for failure, for getting caught, would be horrific. He trembled, bile rising in his throat, sickness in his gut, at the mere thought.
Tension mounting, muscles screaming, a feat none of his brothers would ever be able to pull off. It was all up to him. His fingertip brushed the paper, the secret, the key to their salvation. So close.
He snagged it. Now all that was left was to get out of here alive. He jumped down, landing silently. Freedom was within his grasp.
It was truly an amazing feat, snagging the training schedule from Leonardo's room. Good thing he was so acrobatic….
"Michelangelo!"
…and fast!