Chapter 6

Troubles

It was night and he could see the scattering officers in the city, this time they were too many to count. Cautious on every street that he took, Graves swiftly go to the other side without any attention attracted by the patrolling police. He could already see his face on the wanted posters, stick on every sign, advertisement placements and others. The patrolling officers started to knock on every house that they can find, making sure the wanted man was not hiding among the civilians. He look at a poster that was nailed to a sign, he took it and read.

Malcolm Graves

(Graves Face)

A tall man with a muscular build, aged with a thick facial hair

With the power of the Sheriff given by the City of Piltover, A hunt will happen and end until the criminal is face with the justice of Piltover law.

Crimes:

Trespassing.

Murder.

Attempted murder.

Robbery.

Terrorist.

Bounty:

1,000,000.00 Gold

He could only sigh with his situation, he rolled the poster and put in his pocket. "Fuckers want me bad" cursed Graves. But he had to move, or else the patrols would get him. TF had gone far and this time he had more things to worry than that son of a gun. He had only one rule in the type of situation that he was facing, cross the border. Not only the city was big, robots was also helping the hunt, it seems life was hating him more. The stacks were not with him and luck seem to be bias to the police of Piltover.

The best bet was the back alley and he did not pause to think about it, it was common sense. Piltover was no different from any city, there will always be an underground groups that have alternatives paths to do their bad doings. The back alley usually provides secret entrances or doors to enter, surely the patrols suspect a few place but they were not criminals to know on how and where it was hidden. Graves was no stranger to bad things, Bilgewater had the most secret paths yet every entrance was hidden well, but who knows the thousand of hidden passages of Bilgewater.

He was right about the back alley, there was a secret path. A sewer door to be precise, no bigger than his body, he had a hard time to fit but he manages. The secret path led to the sewers of Piltover, dark and filthy, the sewers were still the same even in the City of Progress. The sewer was more to a maze, channeling water to one destination but in many ways. The paths were dimly lighted by the fluorescent lights, making each path the same with little difference.

He start to move, though he had no direction to move, it was better for him move rather than stay stationary. As he walk, he could hear running water, droplets of water hitting the floor and squealing mouse that filled the silence. Cockroaches sometimes came out from the small space between the old bricks that was covered with thick moss. Then something stops him, a graffiti in green that was at the walls of the sewer. "TWITCH WAS HERE!" it wrote , then he heard a cynical laugh that echoes the place.

Graves encounters Twitch a few times, most of it was a coincidence, other times was to kill the pest . He look down and saw a trail of green goo, it smell stinky but was absolutely differently from the smell of the sewers. He decided to follow the trail, maybe he could meet the rat and find a way to get out of the city.