The bad part of the city was silent in the late spring night. The full moon that hung in the sky languidly bathed the world below it in a pale ethereal glow, giving the world a haunting eerie look. The streets were bare and not a single soul dare traverse the streets at such a late hour, if they valued their lives. The only other light in the doggy part of the city was the filth street lamps that lined the street. Some flickered threateningly willing to give up the ghost at any moment; some didn't work at all creating deep black holes between the patches of light from the few properly working street lamps. The eerie silence of the city was broken by the deafening wails of police sirens, the echo of many cars overlapped creating one continuous screaming echo that bounced off the high brick walls and concrete buildings. Two shadows darted through the shadows of the street, paying careful attention to the stay in the patches of darkness. The sirens grew closer along with the voices that shouted orders out angrily and threaten to shoot if the two figures didn't stop running. The two figures ignored the warnings and continued their break neck pace down the streets. Now red and blue lights flashed through the city lighting the area up light a dance show. Search lights mounted on the fast moving cars panned quickly across the street before illuminating to two fleeing figures. Both figures wore pure white hooded jackets with a single strap backpack slung across their backs, their hoods were loose enough to high most of their features yet sleek enough not to get in the way.
"How did they find us?" the figured on the right asked the one of the left with a slight Italian accent. His voice was even as if running for a prolonged period of time did not seem to bother him, nor did he seem winded or tired. The other was silent for a second before turning their head to look at the other.
"Because, you had to flirt with the woman at the corner by the bar." The other replied sternly with a clear accusation in his voice making the other wince.
"this is your last warning stop now or we will be left with no choice but to use force!" a loud voice boomed across the area from the one of the speakers mounted on one of the several police cars racing through the streets after the two figures.
"Idiots, do they really believe they can catch us?" the Italian laughed as they pealed down the street. The other figure was silent. There was a loud hollow pop behind them and something went sailing through the air. The silver, reflective surface of the cylinder glittered in the moonlight as it passed over the heads of the two figures landing several feet in front of them. The moment the canister hit the pavement before them he canister began to his violently as a white mist or gas billowed from it. The two figured ground to a halt backpedaling desperately to stay out of the path of the white gas but a sudden gust of stray wind blew the gas right towards them, enveloping them in the mist. Both figures instantly began coughing and quickly brought their hands up to their face in a vain attempt to block gas out.
"Tear gas?" the Italian coughed violently from somewhere in the cloud.
"KNOCK OUT GAS EZIO DON'T BREATH IT IN!" the other choked desperately trying not to breath the gas in. but a dull thump somewhere to his right alerted the male to the fact that the Italian didn't hear him in time and was now no longer conscious. Truth be told he wasn't doing so well either, his vision was starting to tunnel and his limbs began to feel like lead blocks. His legs gave in beneath him and he listed to the side as his hearing began to fade out, the last thing he heard was the piercing scream of the sirens and the bright flashes of red and blue through the white cloud surrounding him and the Italian. But the last thing he saw was another hooded figure slinking through the white cloud towards them, the figures shirt pulled over his mouth and nose. The figure knelt beside him before he was consumed by the blackness that was unconsciousness.