Johnny jogged down the street, grumbling under his breath as water droplets stung his skin. The last time he had been running in the rain for his life was Las Almas, and truth be told, he didn't feel like reliving that time of his life.

The sound of tires screeching snapped him from his thoughts, prompting him to look back over his shoulder and curse. He ducked into the first alley he arrived at, breaking into a sprint as he wound through the maze of alleyways between the town houses.

He needed to find some place to lie low, and fast. The first balcony he came to he pulled himself up, relieved the sliding door was unlocked as he quickly slipped in.

And realized maybe he should have thought about this a little more.

He walked right into a living room of someone still awake. A civilian, all wrapped up in a blanket, was sitting on the couch, watching something on their television. Upon his sudden and uninvited entrance they turned around, eyes wide, but thankfully speechless.

"Aye - uh- good afternoon?" Johnny greeted with a lopsided smile, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm. How was he going to sweet talk his way out of this one?