The stairs leading up creak enough to give pause. I can’t alert him to my presence, not yet at least. That means the stairs are out. Thankfully there is a drainage pipe running down from the roof. As I access the information on ninja climbing skills, I feel the electrical shocks run through my muscles. It’s not as bad as the initial push, but enough that it’s not something I want on all the time. I jump a good 4-5 feet and grasp the pipe. Using my arms I start to pull myself up the side of the pub. A year down the road and I am still not used to the idea of this.