In and out. A chest heaved as the hooded figure came to a sudden halt. The person had been caught. The hooded assailant was running out of options. Couldn't go forward unless you can jump 15 meters up in the air alone. Can't go back either, unless you want to risk getting impaled with a spear. The escapee was in a pickle, that was certain.
A bead of sweat rolled down the cheek of the cornered. It was only a simple assassination and the boss had been confident in the underlings abilities. A thought rolled through the hooded figures head, What will the boss think? The person pulled down their hood, revealing a shaved head as he raised his hands into the air in surrender. The guard behind smirked before telling the captured man, "The resistance will be crushed." The hooded man turned around to face the guard, his brown eyes sparkling in the sun light. His expression rose from a defeated look to one on of a devious nature as his eyes landed on the building across the street answering,

"Wrong. The Resistance has only just begun."