Dark eyes flickered back and forth from underneath a hood, that was supposed to hide the man’s identity. His skin however is so rough and old that I recognise him even like this. Today he seems even more nervous than usually though.

The flickering light from the street lamp in the alley doesn’t illuminate much of our surroundings but there are no parked cars or people nearby that would make me suspicious. Yet I pull my own hood over my head and ask him in a hushed voice. “Nervous?”

He turns towards me while he pulls a small package from his pocket.
“Not sure. It feels like somebody’s following me.”
Reaching for the package I quickly shove it in my pocket without checking it’s contents. I don’t need to. I know the guy and he knows I’d come and find him if he fucks with me.
“Holy shit. Why are you meeting me if you think somebody’s following you?”
It would probably be a clever move to hand back the package and call the deal off but my friend needs what’s in it…desperately. The kind of desperate when you’re life is on the line.



Quickly I pull out another envelope containing enough cash for a nice vacation in the Bahamas, look around once more and then turn to leave without a word.

Burrying my hands in my pockets I leave the alley with quick steps to go to my bike when a black sedan pulls up right in front of me. Suddenly I’m lit up like a Christmas tree by its headlights. Whatever this is, it’s not good. Turning on my heal I run back into the alley, sprint past the old man, whom I’ve regularily buy my fake passports from and holler for him to “Get lost!”

As fast as I can I run down the dark path, jump over fallen trash cans and garbage until I reach the back where it leads into another street. On either side I see nothing but high fences and the damn street is long. How could I possibly outrun a car here?

Having put a beat on Hendrix, Monica wasn't all that surprised when word came in that he was on the move. Following the lead out, she found herself in a rundown part of town where shady meetings were known to happen. The location made her smirk and shake her head even as she directed the car to a parking spot just down the street from where her person of interest was last seen. "We'll give them a few minutes to make friendly and then we'll take em." she told the other agent on the other end of her phone. "Lets just see what happens."

Ten minutes later, the tawny haired biker appeared at the end of the alley and the agent flipped her lights on, basking him in the dubious rays of the beams. Startled, the man turned to flee and Monica drove the sedan leisurely because she knew there was no place for him to go. Not really anyways.

Rolling down the alley, she ignored the old guy who scrambled to get away and then smirked when Hendrix finally came into view once more. Throwing the car into park, she climbed out and moved to lean on the hood of the car.

"Well well.. what do we have here? Didnt I tell you that you should watch who your hanging out with?"

As soon as the sedan chased Noah down the alley he knew he was in trouble. Whoever this was wasn't after the old man, who faked the passports but him, for whatever reason. While running like a bunny being chased by a fox he decided that he'd better not give them any reason at all. Once he wasn't completely lit up anymore he reached into his pocket and pulled out the envelope, just to ditch it behind a garbage can. It landed in the dirt with a thud. There go 1000 dollars.

Once the car catched up to him, he was cornered with nowhere to go but over a fairly high fence.
Noah stared back at the car in search for a way out but all he could see was some figure getting out.
While the female, judging by her voice, asked a very rhethorical question he tried to shield his eyes against the head lights in order to make out whether he knew her.
It took a moment until she stepped forward. The criminals heart rate was still at 180 and he was ready to make a run for it but she seemed to know him, so that might not make much sense.
Finally it sank in who she was. She was with all the Feds storming the club the other night so his reaction clearly could not be anything but this: "Blow me!"
With that he turned, ran three steps towards the fence, grabbed hold of the crossed wire and pulled himself up until he could slide over to the other side.
Noah didn't spot the jagged edge of the fence until it was too late and the things damn near ripped his balls of. A jolt of pain shot up into his groin and made him clutch his bits.
Cursing loudly he landed on the other side just to cast a glance back at her.