Chiro couldn't remember when he had dozed off, but the fact it was now pitch black, only confirmed it had been for several hours. He pulled his tired form up and off the floor. He brushed himself down and looked the alley up and down.
The nap had cleared his mind, the internal pain had settled somewhat and it was only his hand, knee and ankle that were registering as being in pain.
He quickly exited the alleyway, walking along the sidewalk. He needed something to eat, this was now a priority. Either meet up with the gang, or get enough supplies to lie low for a while. But the most important thing was to stay out of the cop's way.
He walked past a few big groups of people on the street. These would be his next victims. He needed money to buy supplies. His pick pocketing skills were sharp. He could swindle with the best of them.
He weaved through the crowds with relative ease and once free of them he was now three wallets better off.
He slipped off this street, to join another, via another alley way. He heard a soft humming from above but when he looked up, the starry sky was the only thing he could see. Deciding to ignore the noise, he quickly snatched the money out of the three wallets, before throwing them into the dumpster. Pocketing the cash he moved on.
He walked into the next street, and it wasn't long before he soon saw a fellow gang member.
Chiro instinctively increased his pace, until he had casually made his way to walk next to the older boy. He was about 15 in age, blonde, blue eyed, but with significant scar running down his left cheek. The other boy looked across acknowledging Chiro.
"Surprising you're here, you been double P again?" the boy asked as they walked.
Chiro grinned.
"yeah, but I needed supplies, got any cigs, I'm nearly out" Chiro said quietly, as he suddenly felt a box being pushed into his hands.
"I'll owe you, tomorrow?" Chiro questioned.
The other boy nodded, as they suddenly stopped at the corner of a road.
"their swarming you know, you buggering off, just jewels, runaway school kids, their vans raided, escapees, now P.P, steer clear of this place, all is successful so far, Scott gave orders to lie low, meet tomorrow night in the park, do not get followed" the boy warned as he gave Chiro an update.
That was all that was said. The other boy simply turned left as Chiro then crossed the road. Brief street encounters were key. Information passed from word to mouth was the most trusted form of communication within the street gangs. You soon learnt who to talk and walk too.
Chiro smiled he quickly bought a cheap black hoodie to hide his appearance before then entering a small shop. He purchased a drink and a few snacks before exiting again.
His ears were alerted him to a commotion.
"Police stop" Chiro looked as he saw the boy he had just spoke to running down the street with three of the cops on his tail. Chiro turned into the nearest next shop.
He had not been spotted. But unfortunately the other boy had been, and was caught only a minute later when he ran into yet another cop that had gone the other way.
Chiro balled his left, undamaged hand, into a fist in his fury. Clenching it tightly. He watched his friend being wrestled towards the cop car.
Chiro turned, it was too much to watch now.
Antauri had sensed the being walking down the street. They stayed on the roof tops, silently watching the civilians below. The exact one was difficult to pin point from their current location. The sheer masses of people was a good defence for hiding. Antauri's concentration stopped momentarily when Gibson spoke.
"Shugazoom's certainly changed a lot since our departure, they've finally sourced their own form of technological advancements" Gibson commented as Antauri gave a mere nod to this statement.
Antauri suddenly felt the power primate signal weakening. This signified that the being was moving off into the opposite direction.
"There on the move" Antauri said, as Gibson was distracted by another civilian's shout.
"My wallet, where is it? Someone's stolen it" the man's voice boomed through the street. Gibson didn't need supersonic hearing for that one.
Gibson looked to Antauri, the crime level was high here apparently. Both primates stealthily scaled more roofs. Antauri looked across to where the signal was disappearing off. Just in time to see a young, merely teenage boy, walk down an opposite alleyway.
"I believe we may have just had our first visual" Antauri whispered, as Gibson had meanwhile spotted two other civilians cry claims of a thief.
The two quietly activated their jet packs, as they flew across the street quickly, avoiding detection as they landed on the building just above the alley way. They saw the boy throw something into the dumpster before heading off to the next street.
Antauri appeared to be deep in thought as Gibson got a closer look at the boy. They scaled the other side of the roof, to watch the boy's whereabouts on the next street. They saw him meet with another older boy as both primates tuned their hearing in.
They both listened intently to the conversation. A blunt, half coded message was exchanged. This only confirmed Gibson's initial thoughts, whereas Antauri was as unreadable as always.
"Please do not say that is the chosen one Antauri, he's just admitted to thieving, appears to be in with a dodgy crowd, and is illegally obtaining tobacco. My scientific mind also tells me that they will be for self-consumption later" Gibson said almost shakily.
Antauri just simply looked at his younger sibling.
"You can never judge a book by their cover Gibson, we can only see a mere picture of the page that is unfolding in front of us" Antauri said, as Gibson was so shocked by the comment he nearly lost his footing on the roof top. But he knew better than to argue with the wise black monkey.
"Maybe Otto would have been better to take a long" Gibson said quietly too himself as he thought.
Sprx would of most likely lost his patience by now or come up with some cocky, you gotta be joking Antauri comment.
Nova would have probably flattened the boy for the thieving alone, before attempting to punch some sense into him.
Otto's brain might have not registered the true happenings of the goings on around him, so at least he would be unbiased to the current situation.
"Otto being the chief mechanic needs to make repairs to the super robot" Antauri reminded, even though he knew Gibson had been doubting himself, almost silently.
Gibson's head shot up at that comment.
"Sorry Antauri I was merely thinking on the situation at hand" the scientist apologised before hearing another commotion of "police stop".
They witnessed the chase of the chosen one's friend.
They could see the planning behind the chase, they were ready for the boy. They saw the first three cops start the initial chase, running towards the boy. They then saw the cop that was further up run towards the boy without his recognition. There was nearly a head on collision. The cop had grabbed the boy, stalling time enough, so the other three cops could catch up. He was surrounded, restrained and handcuffed quickly after this manoeuvre. Though the boy never gave up fighting, it took all of the cop's strength to load the boy into the cop car.
Gibson and Antauri watched on in silence, the car drove off and the chosen one re-emerged from hiding soon after.
"Antauri I believe Shugazoom may have lost control over its youngest generation" Gibson said sadly, as Antauri merely nodded in agreement.