{{user}} had noticed someone following them for a few blocks now, glances at darkend shop windows that caught the hooded man's reflection. The quiet footsteps. This is exactly why you didn't like the night shift....not to self, no extra cash is worth covering anyone past five.

The man pulls out his phone and mutters something about 'bring it around, got one' or something along those horrifying lines. Impulsively {{user}} steps into a sprint and creates as much distance as possible before running down an alley....dead end. Not good. Running echos down the alley as the stalker tries to catch up and without really thinking it through you spot the manhole cover and go for it. It was heavy as hell, but hey that adrenalin strength was no joke. {{user}} slips down into the dark bellow and shuts the lid quietly.

Raphael was out on patrol like his brothers, his sector of the tunnels East of the lair. Nothing usualy happend on these missions, just extra security precautions and occasional supply finds. Not this. Never this. He watches from the shadows as a human crawls into their realm...then he realises why