There's no way he's getting over, he knows it but it doesn't stop Blake from constantly glancing up at the wall that scales too high for any ordinary man to climb. He searches for a ladder, no luck. And nothing here is either sturdy enough or just unable to be stacked. He runs a hand through his hair, vision clouding with emotion until he blinks it away.


Just when he's about to call in for backup, that taunting voice stops him. "Where are you, coward?" He shouts, sounding a little mad even to himself. He looks up at the wall again...there's no way. "What...you kill a kid and can't own up to it?" The request for backup is called in whilst he moves back around to cut off the killer.