The black-cloaked figure turned down the dark alley and sprinted along the city wall, both of the warehouses he had targeted were already in flames. He slowed to a walk and checked his backtrail, suddenly the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet evening, he had been found.
"He's up ahead Vera, close on him!" The one who spoke was holding her side while she ran, a bad fall from the rooftop had injured her.
"Damn it Tula, be more careful!"
Vera stopped at the wall, their prey was slowly scaling it. She pulled her pistol and pointed it at the arsonist. "Bastard ass! Making me run all this way." She was tempted to shoot him, but she had strict orders to bring him in. A quick death would mean his escape to his binding point.
"My side hurts!" Tula finally caught up to her twin sister. That's when she saw the man on the wall. "Got you at last dumbass!"
"Do you?" The dark figure showed no sign of fear, he smiled when they approached the bottom of the rope.
[Fire Trap]
