The police dog circled back and forth on the apartment rooftop, its nose close to the ground, occasionally lifting its head to bark loudly at the rooftop of the opposite building.
The dog handler stood by the rooftop fence, gripping the leash tightly with a furrowed brow.
He leaned over to look at the two-meter-wide gap between the buildings, scanning the opposite rooftop before shaking his head at his superior behind him, "The target escaped, jumping directly to the building across."
A group of pursuing officers gathered around, staring at the clear half-footprint on the steel pipe fence — the force of the step had even slightly bent the railing.
Everyone's mind conjured up a scene of 'leaping through the air,' both absurd and miraculous.
On the rooftop of the opposite apartment, two "Cleaners" stood at the edge, solemnly staring at several clear footprints on the rooftop.
