Will jumped across the building, the gravel crunching loudly under his feet. The sound reverberated between the buildings and the men below him looked up, priming their guns. Will cursed silently as he ducked behind the roof's ledge. Eventually, the men turned away and continued watching the trucks unload with variously sized boxes.

Will watched the silent chaos below him. Two trucks stood with their loading space open. There were a dozen men running back and forth between the two trucks carrying boxes and swapping them. Around them stood armed guards, the guns in their waistbands glinted in the moonlight.

In the very middle were two men conversing. One of them was wearing a black leather jacket with jeans and black boots. Will could make out the shape of a knife glistening in this man's hands. He didn't look like he was about to use it. It was more like he was holding it as a show of his power. In all, he looked like the head of a biker gang. The other man was the complete opposite. His dark hair was matted down perfectly. The perfectly ironed suit made him look pristine. The golden watch on his hand that Will had no doubt was a Rolex practically shouted, "I'm rich!!!"

Will gritted his teeth. He knew the name of both men by heart: Christian Cooks and Arthur Rossi. One of them was responsible for his brother's death and the other for covering it up. Will stared down, hoping to get wisps of their conversation with no such luck. It was quiet enough for him to hear a fly buzzing by on the roof one building over. Finally, the two men shook hands as the guards got into the trucks and shut the doors. The two men dispersed, one entering his limo, the other one climbing onto his bike. Will needed to do something and he needed to do it now.

It had taken months to track these guys down. The fact that no one else was paying attention to them didn't help either. There simply weren't enough people who knew of their misdoings. And don't forget the police. At this point, Will was almost positive that they were being paid to avoid them because for whatever reason they had never tried tracking down the two men. And if no one was going to do anything about them then it was up to Will to do what needed to be done, whatever that may be.

The limo started to roll out of the clearing and down an alley. In no time, the limo would be able to enter the main road and speed away. And no one would bat an eye at the limo. It was Ashwick. Limos were a regular occurrence. Will paused as he stared at Christian Cooks who had driven off. The bike allowed him to get out of the alleys quickly and disappear into the network of backroads that extended along the North side of Ashwick.

"There's no chasing after him now," Will thought as he turned his attention back to the limo. He needed to stop that car and punch a very annoying rich Italian in his face. Will jumped off the roof and onto the next, landing hard on his feet. He tore out into a run and managed to get ahead of the slow-moving car. This new rooftop sported some satellite dishes and a couple of chains that connected the dishes to the roof for extra support. Will yanked the chains loose and lifted a satellite dish upwards before chucking it off the rooftop. Below him, there was a loud crash and the sound of breaking glass. It must've hit the windshield. There was shouting below him as he pushed himself off the roof and onto the fire escape. Below him, three men looked up at him as they fiddled with their guns. One of them stared at him with awe. Or maybe it was confusion. Will couldn't really tell. Suddenly, the back door opened and Arthur Rossi stepped out of his car. He regarded Will with undisguised annoyance, "You again?"

Will stood in shock. Why wasn't he scared? Will understood that he looked like some random kid on the street with nothing better to do but he had been doing some real damage to Rossi's business these past few months, right? Shouldn't he at least get some more respect?

"Don't you have something better to do? Like playing video games or hitting it off at a party or something?"

Will jumped down onto the dumpster and then rolled onto the street in front of his car. "I could, but I have a much better hobby now."

"Is that so?" Russi asked as he arched a long and narrow eyebrow. He slammed the car door shut.

"Yes," Will answered as he straightened himself up and clenched his fists. "It's called stopping you."

Russi laughed. "Well then kid. I gotta say, I like your determination so I'm gonna give you a quick tip. If you want to stop me, there is one lesson you need to learn," he knocked on the door of the limo. "Don't stand in front of a moving car."

Will realized what was happening just in time and he dove out of the way as the car surged forward. Still, he wasn't fast enough. The car had managed to hit his foot and Will involuntarily flipped through the air once before landing on the ground. His head throbbed and his ears rang. A searing pain spread up his leg as he pushed himself off the ground. The guards had chosen that time to finally get their guns ready and aim at him. Russi walked with his hands in his pockets to the limo that stood idly a few feet away.

Will staggered to his feet and he heard the clicking sounds of the guns loading.

"They're going to shoot," Will thought. "They're going to shoot me."

Will limped feebly to the corner, putting every last bit of energy into his steps. He wasn't going to make it. Even if he did, they would chase him around the corner and shoot him down. He was dead.

Then something whistled past his ear. Will heard shouts and something thumped to the ground. Shocked, Will turned around to see one of the three men on the ground with a single knife protruding from his chest, the blood spreading across the gravel. The men shouted some more and tried to aim their guns at him but more knives shot out from the shadows behind him and Will remembered that he was supposed to be running. He limped across the corner as he heard Arthur Russi shouting something but was then cut off by a dagger that hurtled past his face and engrained itself in the car door. He climbed back into the car and it shot out of the alley and back into the main street.

Will limped around the corner, his leg sprained from the car accident. He looked up, hoping to see the person who had just saved his life. Instead, all he saw was an empty alley with no sign of any life besides the rat that scurried down the length of the wall and into a sewer tunnel.

Will had learned two things that night: 1) he was no match for Russi and 2) someone had saved his life. Someone he doesn't know. Someone who had been there that night whether it was because they were also tracking Russi or they were watching him. Either way, they had saved his life. And Will had every intention of figuring out who it was.