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Without finishing my sentence, I ran over to the radio to finish listening to what the police had to say, and then started making my way off of the roof and towards 3rd Street.
"What is it?" Dexter asked behind me.
"I need to get this guy," I answered, hurriedly making my way down and ignoring the temptation to jump.
"Why? Did he do something to you?"
"I'll tell you later. You wanna help me get him?"
"Let's do it," Dex said with a smile, putting on his mask.
"I'll race you," I said, putting my own mask on, "but no super-speed."
"You suck," was his only reply.
We ran through the streets, running to find the man, and when we reached 3rd Street, it was clear which way he went, that that he had gone through recently. Some people were knocked down, some people were staring in the direction he must have taken, and there were a few police that were running that way.
"Up the rooftops?" I asked.
"Up the rooftops," Dex asked, and we soon found a ladder that would take us there. We ran as fast as we could to reach the murderer and pass the police. The spaces between the rooftops weren't that large, and the ones that had allies between them weren't that hard to jump over with Dexter's superspeed.
The police were actually pretty slow. I don't know how they were able to keep running this far, they were so out of shape, and I don't know how they didn't know that they could never catch the man at this pace.
We easily passed them, and after about a minute, I could see the man, and my anger flared, old memories resurfacing.
The man was surprisingly fast, and even me and Dexter had a hard time keeping up with him. Well, I had a hard time keeping up. If Dexter could have used his super speed, the guy would have been apprehended by now, but I was slowing down Dex.
He turned down one of the side streets, and Dexter and I followed. As we turned and looked down, we couldn't find the man anywhere.
"Did you see where he went?" I asked Dexter.
"No," he replied. "Is there an alley that he could have gone down?"
"Maybe," I replied, astonished that I hadn't thought of that. If Dexter hadn't been here, I would have missed that, and the man would have gone free. Another reason to be glad Dexter was here.
"I see one," I said, finding an alley. The police wouldn't have gone down there to check.
"Let's check it out," Dexter said, and we hopped down to the floor. We started walking down the alley, me on the right and Decter on the left, sneaking along with our swords out. We heard footsteps behind us, and we both turned, our swords ready. It was just the police running by, and we quickly turned back and continued our hunt. After a few turns, we heard a voice call out from one of the corners.
"Turn around!" it called, thin and raspy. "Turn around before I blow your heads off!"
I could just make out the shadow of a man dead ahead. He was thin, and holding a small rifle. Although that was all I could make out, I knew without a doubt that this was the man.
"What are you waiting for?" the man called, interrupting my thoughts. "Do you want me to blow your heads off?" he threatened.
"We just want to talk," I asked, snaking my hand to my back to unsheath Vanguard.
"Put your hand back down, now."
While the man was focused on me, Dexter had used the chance to come up with a plan. He used his super speed to ran at the man, punch him in the face, and make his drop the gun that was trained on me.
The man had a plan too. He punched Dexter in the face with such force that he flew into the wall and dropped his sword.
I ran at the man, Thunder ready, I put it to the man's throat, but he punched me in the face, knocking me down. He picked up his sword and started running away faster than Dexter with superspeed, which I guess was his semblance.
I got back up with the awful realization that the man had just gotten away.