It was a dark and stormy night when, through the pouring sheet of rain, on a narrow street where a single street light stood flickering like a flame, illuminating two people, two shadowy, rough people, whose hats were pulled over their faces and whose black, slick trench coats reflected the glean of the light which towered over the people, watching like a silent sentry, a sole sign of comfort in this harsh alley and carved a path of light, revealing more details of the rough, bumpy brick road and it’s water filled potholes which flowed over their edges, as the rain poured down, splashing against the curb, suddenly a shot rang out.


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