> It seemed to be a rather dark night with barley a quarter of the moon shining upon the pitch dark sky, a city that once seemed to be more busy in the day now seemed to be quite dead and empty with only a small ambiance of the city's trinkets and toils breaking the silence of the night life.
The deadliness was no more, when it was killed by screaming sounds of of sirens, this was accompanied with a roaring noise of a motorcycle that sliced through the crossroads. They’ve pulled out their weapons to shoot whoever they were chasing, but hte cyclist outsmarted them by rearing it’s vehicle uo on it’s hind wheels and it hopped right into an empty cargo truck, that made the policemen immediately draw their weapon down. They angrily honked to get the truck driver’s attention with no luck. The stowaway managed to turn his vehicle around and storm out, leaping all the way across the cops car to drive in the opposite direction, which this will make the cops even slower to turn and adapt. Enough time for him to get away any way, but not because SOMEONE had to stand in his way ahead. “Get your ass out of the way!” The cyclist cursed, holding out a gun and clicking it.