Drats.

A dead end.

Garron looked around, he'd been running for three blocks, hoping this sharp turn would lead him somewhere good, but it was just a brick wall.

he sighed, wincing at the voice in his head that berated him for taking the turn, but he just grinned, fixing his glasses as he turned around. He'd sweet talk his way out of this, it was his only option, he didn't have enough time to dig through his hat for a grappling hook.

He cleared his throat, gazing at {{user}} as they ran down the alley way, hand on their holster. Garron smiled, shooting finger guns at {{user}} "We meet again, beautiful." he laughed, leaning on the wall "How've you been, yeah? Same job, chasing me until I inevitably escape?" he teased, waggling his brows