Prolouge
All that could be heard was the sound of running footsteps on the pavement and
the wail of sirens getting closer all the time. Rain was falling softly as the
three dark figures ran furiously through the shadows, looking backwards as they
fled through the back streets of the city. Suddenly, as if it had grown from the ground during the chase, a small rock protruded from the street and tripped up the feet of one of the three. Furious words were uttered as the two others continued on and hardly paused to check on their companion. The sirens came closer and all the fallen could do was sob and rub their swollen ankle.