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It was a dark night, moonless, the harsh lights of the city sending their white light alone into the night. A man with a dark face raced through the streets. It began to rain. You could hear the click of his heels on the blacktop. As soon as he turned the corner, someone else came running. Long blond hair, fishnets, a hat so wide it shed the rain like an umbrella. He looks back, keeps running. She runs up next to him, stares ahead as she passes. Her stilettos going click, click like gunshots as she sprints by.

Another dark street. The man by now is crazed. This woman is chasing him everywhere. Shouldn't it be the other way, he thinks, as she sprints by, her backside swinging like a ship at sea. He plunges after her, rain everywhere, his gun flapping against his chest, wondering who hired him and to do what.