Run Away

Running through the back alleys of London, I could hear the rushed footsteps behind me along with the shouts, closing in.Looking up ahead, I saw a ladder leading up to the roof of a shop.Pushing myself to keep running, I grabbed the side of it when I reached it, climbing up quickly.Just as I fell on the other side, the cops ran past me, yelling to "Give up" and "You can run but you can't hide". I smirked at this, finding it funny.I then realized how tired I was and collapsed on the roof, laying on my back.My long, black hair stuck to my clothes, dripping with sweat and my clothes clung to me.I dug around in my black messenger bag, pulling out a phone.Dialing a number, I stuck it up to my ear and waited.
"Where are you?!" I heard a voice yell.
"Hello to you too, Draven.I'm laying on a roof of some small store.The store in front of me is called "Carley's Produce". Come pick me up please and hurry." I answered, slightly annoyed.
"Easter-" Draven started to say.
By then, I had already hung up.