They were fast but Samson’s men were faster. They chased them down the street and towards an alleyway that was a dead end. They kept them cornered at the end, their guns pointed at them.

“You really thought you could get away from me?” A dark voice chuckles. The men step aside and let Samson walk through. “I’ve searched years for someone like you… there’s no way I’m letting you go that easily.” He smiles, signaling his men to grab them.