The sun rose on a new day.
In an alley of Old Town, some restaurants were busy serving breakfast. In the takeout window, a 16 or 17-year-old teenager was waiting in the line. His light gold hair was glistening under the sunshine. He got a few doggy bags and walked hastily away. At the intersection, he turned and then entered a house.
"Breakfast!" He shouted after he pushed the door open.
Inside the house, curtains were pulled closed, and there was heavy smoke in the air. Some beer bottles lay on the floor. A bald man was sleeping on the couch, and a few others sat on the floor with their backs leaning on the wall.
They were the suspects that escaped the gangster crackdown action a few months ago. As the police had checking points almost at almost all exits of the city, they could not flee out of the city.
