Raphael watched as the police drove by, their sirens blaring and their lights blinding. He stood up from the shadows, a triumphant look on his face. His false trail, calling the cops and leading them elsewhere, would buy him a lot of time. But he still had a job to do, and the sooner he finished the better.
Raphael briskly hustled across the street, and disappeared back into the shadows. The target building was home of the young, corrupt town representative. He had undeniably had people framed for his crimes. He was in the drug business, and his place of power helped his business a lot. Raphael was hired by one of the young representative's rivals, in the drug business. Raphael would have to steal one of the contracts, which would be used to ruin the man's political life. Or that's what Raphael would do.
Raphael wore his ancestor, Garrett's, thief suit. Raphael only had one other piece of equipment that belonged to his ancestor: a foldable bow that was absolutely phenomenal. The bow was powerful, but best of all, it was a lot more stealthy than a pistol, and the arrows could be easily crafted, unlike bullets.
Raphael did not have far to go. The representative's mansion was amongst the town's grandest homes. Raphael spotted the house quickly, as it was more like a castle than a mansion. Raphael noticed guard patrols, each sentry was armed with a Uzi. The best thing about the night is, in his dark clothes, no one would see him coming. Let alone, expect him. Raphael got closer to the guards, and realized they were no more than thugs, which his drugs bought. The thugs were all wasted, high out of their minds. Raphael smirked at the pitiful sight of grown men stumbling around like an infant.
One person stood out the most. A young woman like the one guarding the front door didn't belong, especially when she had nothing to do with the drug wars. This youngling was one of Raphael's biggest rival thieves. Even though she was still in college, she could easily compete with the veteran Raphael fairly easily. Raphael knew she was there for the same document that he was after. Raphael decided to make a distraction so he could face her without bullets flying over his head.
Raphael grabbed his bow from his back holster, and drew back a blunt arrow. Raphael released his grip, and the arrow struck a street lamp, darkening the area significantly. One of the high guards fell face first, too disoriented to keep his balance. Another complained, "Damn light is pissen me off. Grab the tools, someone." As the guards slugged towards the lamp-post, Raphael raced over to his adversary, "I'm not surprised to see you here, Amy." Raphael whispered as she put her gun-free hand on her hip.
"Give me one good reason I shouldn't pump you with led, Raphael." Amy whispered back. Raphael already knew a swift reply, "Cause I'm too much fun." The two friendly rivals chuckled amongst themselves, "I'll race you... for old time's sake, Raphael. On three- ONE... TWO... THREE!"