Shane looked around quickly. No one there, at least that he could see through the dark shadows dropped by the walls of the musty ally he walked. He was so close this time, he could feel it. His mission had been simple, or so he had though at first.
Three years. That was how long he'd been scouring pig holes like the one he was currently in. Hell he didn't even know what the kid looked like, only that he was blonde and stood around 5'9. He regretted ever accepting the mission to find this brat; it was its own damn fault it was out in the clearing. Everyone knew you weren't safe at night in the clearing that is unless you were among one of the races that lived out there
Running. That's all he ever did any more. Ever since three years ago when he'd faked his own kidnapping, rather than coming out to his parents whom he knew would've put him out on the street anyway once they were told. He had to say though, living on the road, having to fight day to day just to get a few scraps of food, it wasn't that bad. After traveling around, doing odd "jobs" for people, Alex certainly knew his way around. He felt a twinge of sympathy for whoever had been hired by his parents to track him and his "kidnapper" down. Walking into a nearby ally he waited on the wall for his next appointment, keeping his cell on hand, just in case they cancelled and he had to get out of there fast.
His next customer was new, probably not even sure what they were doing. He hoped it was a man. All the lady customers ever did was make a lot of noise, whine, and complain.
Shane was ashamed of himself. He couldn't believe he'd actually been talked into meeting with this prostitute. According to his boss, Tobi, the boy he hired for Shane was the best in the business. "Well", Shane thought, "I do really need to get laid, plus I'm not paying so what the hell." He began reaching the end of the ally he was in, only to find that he was being waited on.
He hadn't even heard the man coming. He really hoped this man Alex suddenly saw was his customer, not a undercover police, he really hated those guys. Lean and slim the man stood at 6'0 Alex judged, but it wasn't the way the man looked that piqued Alex's curiosity, it was the scars he could see that lined almost every inch of visible skin he could see. Pushing back his silvery blonde hair Alex strode forward until he was standing directly in front of the man, a single stream of moonlight lighting up where they both met.
Looking at the boy in front of him Shane spoke, "are you the one delivering my goods?"
"That depends," spoke Alex, knowing that this was indeed his customer," Are you the customer I am expecting?"