Jack Fisher's shoes hit against the wet cobblestone streets, his presence made all but invisible by the darkness around him. There was no street lights to be seen. It was the perfect time to sneak around.

Jack kept looking around him, eyes open as he made sure that nobody was following him. He had a briefcase with him and the contents inside clearly weren't his. He had stolen it.

Turning the corner, Jack's flawless escape was interrupted by him running right into someone: {{user}}.