"Where does he think he's going?" one guard asks aloud as they run to the back of the building. "The other warehouses aren't close enough to jump to."
Smoke makes it to the edge of the roof and jumps.
*FOOSH* His legs transform again, and the smoke propels him forward.
"Shoot the solid parts!" another guard orders as he aims at the flying felon.
*ZARP ZARP ZARP* Lazer rifles fire away at Smoke's solid upper body.
The criminals twists and spins to avoid being hit, but this causes him to descend as he continues forward.
*ZARP ZARP* More lazer fire rips through the air, passing by Smoke's ears and eyes.
He reaches out to the other warehouse's roof with his open hand, straining his muscles to close the gap. Smoke's smoke legs run out of steam, the vapor stretched out over the alley. His fingertips make contact with the edge of the roof, but they slide off and he begins to drop.
"Got ya!" a guard shouts below.
An arm thrusts out from the roof itself.
"No," a voice says from atop the second warehouse, "I do."
The arm flings Smoke onto the roof, then extends outward. A clay-like substance peels itself off the roof's edge, and molds itself into a female humanoid form.
The clay-girl sits on the edge, her legs crossed and swinging over the guards.
"You okay, Puff?" she asks Smoke teasingly.
The rest of Smoke's smoke drifts over to him, reforming his legs.
"Shut up and get the ship, Dough."
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