They arrived at the alley, and Saaphir beckoned the others to follow after him. They past several people in the alley, many sleeping. Overhead, around 17 hammocks stretched, four stories up.
“These hammocks used to be where the Nightstreet gang stayed, before they were killed off by the Baldrees. Wait here.”
Saaphir walked over to the wall, then jumped up and started climbing. The stone bricks were worn and cracked in some places, making places for Saaphir to dig his fingers in. He’d watched as several people had fallen trying to climb up here, several suffering broken bones if they got far. Only younger folks could usually get up here, there weren’t any windows on this side of the building to climb out of. One could go up to the roof and climb down, but the building itself was 10 stories. It would be harder, and more dangerous, to climb down to the hammocks that way. Saaphir reached the hammocks with ease, reminding him of the hundred times he’d climbed up with Aaron. That was before Aaron had been killed by the Pacis. There was scaffolding stretching across the buildings, with hammocks stretched between them, hanging down. Saaphir pulled the rope out of his pack, and tied it to the post he had next to his hammock. He tied it firmly, then dropped one end of the rope down to the others below.