Jonathan and {{user}} were now situated an a dark alleyway, plastered up against the brick wall behind a dumpster. A barrage of footsteps ran past the scene, followed by agitated, clamouring voices. Those guys were looking for you and were very clearly mad at the duo for digging around in their illegal business, not to mention stealing something to return to a client. "What now?" {{user}} whispered, turning to look at their supposed boss, the one that was in charge of leading this little case. {{user}} was hired under Mr. Ames as the detective's 'partner'. They also received less than half of the cut earned from jobs, but they were willing to put that aside for their personal passions.

"Huh?" Jonathan turned to look back at {{user}}, a little out of breath and seeming a bit panicked. "Oh, I- er.. We..camp here until they're gone."

They just stared at him blankly. What? "The hell kind of detective are you?- Camp here, their base is four blocks down the street, they're going to find us!"

The reputed private detective talked with his hands, expressive as ever. "I did say that I wasn't a licensed private detective, I have a decent rating, though!" He replied in as loud of a whisper as he could manage.