A/N So sorry I haven't updated sooner. I think I had writers block or something. Anyway, here it is. Hope you like it! :)

Alex smiled, jumping across the top of a building. He landed in a roll, coming up just in time to dodge a chimney. The night was warm, with a slight breeze and a full moon casting contrasting colors across the streets of London. Giving it a mysterious feeling, as if anything could be hidden in the dark alleyways, unlit by moonlight.

A slight sound made him tense. He froze, listening intently. Footsteps. He ran quietly across the rooftop, careful not to make a noise.

"I see him!"

The sound made Alex curse. He ran full tilt, disregarding stealth. More footsteps joined in his pursuit. He ran faster: getting caught was not an option.

Alex cursed again. The buildings had boxed him in. They were all higher than the one he was on. With the footsteps coming ever closer, he had only one choice.

He leapt.

He just barely grabbed a window ledge as he fell. The strain on his fingers almost made fall, but he fought through it. As he pulled himself onto the window sill, he made the mistake of looking down.

He raced into the hallway, quickly snatching a small blue flag from where it was taped onto the wall. Alex slowed down, wanting to be as quiet as he could. His soft tread made no sound as he crept down the carpeted stairs.

Suddenly, Alex heard whispered voices, "Do you think they've caught him, yet?" Alex mentally chuckled, of course not. He was too good for them.

"Let's go check on the flag, just in case he got through everybody."

Softly, Alex eased open a door. He slipped quietly into an unlit room, shutting the door behind him. He winced as it made a soft click. He waited until the footsteps of the two guards had faded down the hallway, then quietly slipped out of the room. He had to move fast; they would discover the missing flag any second. He ran as quietly as he could, careful to check around the corners in case they had posted any more guards.

Just as he reached the stairs, he heard raised voices, "He took the flag! He's got the flag!" An alarm started buzzing along with flashing red lights. Wow, Alex thought, they had to have a substantial amount of income to have installed that. The alarm wasn't so loud as to be heard from the neighboring houses, but just loud enough to alert anyone who was inside the building. Abandoning the attempt to be quiet, Alex sprinted down the stairs. When he reached the landing, he sprinted rightt past the startled lookout posted there. Overcoming his surprise, the lookout began chasing Alex.

Glancing back, Alex noticed only the lookout behind him. He smiled. Easy.

He burst through the warehouse's doors. Right into the waiting arms of three burly men. They latched onto his waist, legs, and arms, efficiently subduing them. Or so they thought.

"Thought you were so smart, did ya? Sneaking in through the windows. Didn't know we had sensors there did ya? We have cameras everywhere!" One boasted.

" 'Cept the north side of the street two blocks over. The cameras all got destroyed when..." Another one said depreciatingly.

The third one quickly put his hand over the man's mouth, "Shut up, Eric! You shouldn't have told 'im that! Now he'll know where to go to get off our radar!"

"Both of you, shut it! Marl go... OW!" The first one yelped as Alex toed him in the *spot*, and jumped back, releasing Alex's legs

Alex brought his knees up and his arms down, making sure his knees hit Eric hard, square in the nose. He then used the momentum to plant his foot in Marl's face. He landed on his back, quickly rolling to his feet to face his attackers.

Eric whined, "What do we do, Shen? My nose hurts!"

Shen snorted, disgusted, "Get 'I'm."

Alex sensed someone behind him. He jumped, perfectly timing his flip to land on the lookout's shoulders. The man grunted in surprise, then fell to the ground, out cold. Alex leapt off his shoulders onto Eric, who was still crying about his nose. Marl jumped toward Alex, but he had rolled out of the way and Marl instead landed on Eric, who blindly struck out at Marl before running away.

Now, the odds were more in Alex's favor. Marl, with bruised pride and sternum and Shen, with and enraged ego against Alex, who had a cool head and a strong body.

All the world was still, waiting in anticipation for one of the three men to make a move. Predictably, it was Shen who broke the stillness. With an angry roar, he charged at Alex. He wanted to prove that a scrawny little punk couldn't beat him, the undefeated champion of more than fifty fights!

Alex knew he couldn't take on all that brawn without a bruise and some broken bones, so he decided to evade. dHe waited until Shen was almost on top of him then quickly sidestepped. Shen, however, had anticipated this and flung an arm out, knocking the breath out of Alex.

Marl took the advantage and grabbed Alex's shoulders. Alex, recovering quickly, brought his elbow back quickly into Marl's ribs. When Marl bent over in pain, Alex spun and brought his knee into Marl's face, doubling the pain of Marl's already broken nose. Marl screamed in pain, almost blacking out. He decided to just act like he was knocked out. He could barely breathe and didn't want to face Shen later if he bailed on him now.

While Marl handled Alex, Shen had grabbed a piece of broken pipeline from the dumpster on the left corner of the warehouse. He advanced on Alex, smiling. He had the kid now. The kid wouldn't get anywhere near him without a beating from the pipe. He twirled the pipe in his hands, showing his ease at which he handled the makeshift weapon.

Alex's mind whirled, trying to find a way out of his predicament. He could think of only one option: run. He tucked the flag into his belt, sprinting off into the alleyways.

Shen roared, "Get back here and face me like a man, you coward!" before giving chase. Shen couldn't see him anywhere. He had to admit, the kid was fast to have gotten out of his sight so fast. " You can run but ya can't hide!" He yelled, giving voice to the quote many characters have said in many books and movies. He prowled down the street, careful to look in every nook and cranny. Nothing. He angrily punched the wall. "Where the **** are you, punk?" He muttered before falling face first on the ground, out cold.

Alex swung down from a window sill. He shook his head, "You forgot to look up."