marco sprinted across the rooftops, three thiefs on his tail and roughly twenty very angry guards behind that. the group kept moving, none wanting to either fall behind or get caught. up ahead marco spotted a way out, throwing a smoke bomb ahead of them he lept into the cloud of smoke, slipping down between two buildings and diving through an open window, the thiefs that had been chasing him lept the gap hidden by the smoke and kept running, a little over half of the guards leaping after them, the rest missing the gap and falling. ending up either dead or unconcious and bleeding when they hit the ground four floors down.
silently he slipped back out, climbing down to the fallen guards and quickly robbing them, happy to find the one he had been planing to pick-pocket laying with the dead, making the task a hundred times easier.