He walked over to the house and climbed up onto the railing of the porch.
He went up the post and swung a leg onto the porch roof.
"Take staff," Khan said.
Hawk turned and caught the staff.
He walked on the porch roof, studying the roof of the house.
There was no place to stand up there.
The very top was a sharp angle.
"Here?" Hawk asked, standing on the porch roof.
Khan shook his head back and forth.
He pointed to the top of the roof.
"You not have far to fall," he said.
"Great," Hawk muttered.
"You got mad at me once for almost falling off a roof," he reminded Khan.
"This building not twenty five stories high."
Hawk muttered under his breath and tucked the staff under his arm.
At an angle, he scaled the roof to the top where it made a point, "There es no place to walk, eh?"
"Man walk on rope," Khan said.
"Hawk walk on father's roof.
Try not make hole."
"Yeah..." Hawk said slowly as he stood upright.
He placed his feet, one in front of the other, and balanced himself with the staff.
"Drill number fourteen," Khan said.
He slipped and nearly fell, "Fourteen, eh?"
Khan waiting," he said, "Focus."
"Can you drive a car?" Hawk asked.
"I'll need a ride to the hospital when I break my leg," Hawk told him, smiling.
"Focus!" Khan said.
"This not play.
No more talk."
On the hillside, Steve Battise stood up.
He glanced over at the guys on the basketball court.
Look at this," he said.
Wolf, Rafa and a group of boys walked over to where Steve was standing.
They looked at the Argent house and saw Hawk on the roof.
His long hair was tied back in a tight pony tail.
He was standing on the roof top, wearing his fighting pants and holding a long stick.
Behind him, the mist swirled around the Black hills.
"He's going to break his neck," Wolf said, slowly.
"The old man es crazy, loco," Rafa said, "That es not a roof to walk on."
"Es all we need...if he falls he'll be screaming in the day time too."
"That's not funny Rafa," Wolf said.
"Es not a flat roof," Rafa said, with a shrug.
"Everybody knows you don't stand on a roof like that, eh?"
Hawk walked the length of the roof and back like a tightrope walker trying to find balance.
There wasn't much, he realized.
"Make staff sing," Khan told him.
Hawk knew Khan wanted him to spin the staff but instead he turned it on end and began to sing into it like a microphone.
You fall," Khan reprimanded.
Hawk forced the grin from his face.
He crouched down slightly, held his breath and took the staff in both hands, horizontally in front of him.
"Number fourteen," he said quietly.
He began to spin the staff in front of him.
He focused all of his attention on the staff.
There was a breeze, he noticed, coming from the west.
Hawk swung the staff to his side, spun it and jumped, extending his leg outward.
He wavered and fell to the roof.
Hawk hung onto the roof top with his fingers and tried to keep the staff from rolling away.
"Again," Khan said from below. Hawk sneered and whispered, "Again, eh? Easy. No problem."