. The door was ajar still, Kat simply slipped through it. Tommy followed swiftly; he caught the back of her bag with one of his strong hands. Kat sighed, "What now?" she asked impatiently. She didn't even both to turn to look at him.
"Where are you going to go? I don't want you to get any ideas about running off" he said bitterly as he let go her rucksack. She sighed, "Where the hell can I go, I'm broke and now thanks to you the Forelli's want me dead" she cried her voice just under an angry scream. Kat stormed through the apartment hallway. It was littered with bin bags and cigarette ends. She pushed through a graffiti covered door that lead to the cold bare stairwell. An elderly drunken hobo was curled up under a torn brown coat, a bottle of vodka nursed in his arms. Kat passed him quickly and trotted down the stairs, her fingers brushing over the peeling metal banister. Tommy followed; he tossed a couple cents down at the man. The man looked up gratefully, his cloudy blue eyes seemed to sparkle for a second. Tommy leapt down a couple of stairs after Kat; she simply ignored his loud footsteps and exited the apartment. The air was warm and the sun forced itself through a patch of murky clouds. Kat's eyes stared down at the ground, she moved quickly, weaving in and out of the stream of people; most of whom were tourists. She didn't notice the blacked out car pull up on the other side of the road. Several pairs of eyes watched her walk down the street from behind the dark glass. One of the mysterious men in the car nodded and slipped out of the car quickly blending in with the crowd. Tommy slowed his pace, taking in the surroundings. He held back and kept watching silently.
The man was a loyal lackey of Sonny Forelli, who went by the name of Lee. His light blonde hair was cut short in a military style and his eyes where hidden behind a thick pair of sunglasses. He stuffed his hands into his navy tracksuit bottoms and looked down at his faded red basketball shirt. He often glanced up at Kat as he followed, always keeping several meters behind. Kat finally looked up, the sun had been wrapped up in a thick ball of cloud that was now washing over the sky. She looked around carefully; it was a habit she had picked up over the years. Her eyes quickly returned to the ground. Lee back off calmly as Kat looked around, he sighed and jogged into a small slip road. He knew this area well and made full advantage of it. In a matter of seconds Lee had disappeared and re-emerged in an alleyway next to a greasy burger bar. Kat unwitting approached the ally, unaware of being watched. Lee moved swiftly, he leapt out of the ally and grabbed Kat, putting one hand over of her mouth and the other around her waist, dragging her into the darkness. He threw Kat into the wall. She hit it hard, hearing her ribs creak. She scowled and turned around quickly. Lee held a small pistol that had hung around his waist, hidden under the baggy folds of his shirt. He fired, hitting Kat in the stomach. She fell against the wall, slipping to the floor. Lee smiled, "Remember, don't screw with the Forelli's" he said muttered his strong American accent showing. Tommy rounded the corner; he had been following Lee ever since he had stepped out of Sonny's car. Tommy now stood in the entrance of the ally; his eyes first fell on the lifeless lump then the approaching figure. Lee looked Tommy up and down, he raised the gun, but Tommy moved quickly. He punched Lee squarely in the face knocking him back. He grabbed the gun and fired at Lee before he could get to his feet. Lee fell back, his blood giving fresh colour to his worn out shirt. His eyes frozen in a look of terror and shock. Tommy threw the gun down and ran over to the motionless silhouette. Kat managed to look up; her eyes seemed to be drained of their usual lively colour. Tommy glanced down at the gunshot wound, blood flowed heavily. She shivered, the cold and icy hand of death rested on her shoulder. Darkness seemed to surround her, she managed to raise her head and glance at Tommy's worried face as she slipped into a deadly slumber.