Silas walked through the industrial part of town. He had been playing a game of hide-and-seek for the last hour, turning corners and doubling back just to see if that black car was still following him. He couldn’t see it anymore, but that weird, he still had the heavy feeling at the back of his neck told him he wasn't alone.
When he reached the old textile mill, he looked at the long way home and then at the dark, narrow alley right next to him. He knew it was risky, but he wanted this to end. He stepped into the alley, his boots crunching on broken glass and old soda cans as he walked.
He was halfway through when the shadows at both ends of the alley started to make a move.
Four guys stepped out from the darkness. They were dressed in all-black tactical gear, wearing masks that covered
