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There's been an uptick in gang activity around one particular area of the city in recent weeks and while Detective John Riley can only do so much when it comes to fighting back, John Reese, accompanied by his wonderfully proficient friend Dutch, is capable of doing so much more.

The restaurant they're currently in is upscale, one of the nicer places John has been since his arrival in Darrow. The people at the tables around them have money, he can see it in every move they make, in every word they say, and John had told Dutch to dress the part and she certainly hadn't let him down. They're here as if they're on a date, both of them looking quite impressive if he does say so himself, but he also knows they're both armed to the teeth.

And they're both going to need to be. There's nothing at all John has seen here tonight that will lead to legitimate arrests, but he's heard enough in passing conversation to know there are two men in particular they just can't let go. Neither of them are particularly well connected, which means teaching them a lesson isn't going to backfire on them, but they're both despicable enough that they can't be left untouched.

John is sure Dutch would be inclined to agree.

He smiles at her over the table and nods toward the empty bottle of wine. It's nothing more than a prop, they're both on the same glass they'd started dinner with and John's had barely two sips, but he picks the glass up and gestures with it every so often, giving the impression that he's been drinking. No one looks at them more than once and if they do, it tends to be appreciative more than anything.

"The pair sitting over there near the door," he says, flashing Dutch another smile. "We're going to need to leave not long after they do. I think they need our attention."

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John is in trouble.

Not that he would admit he's in trouble. It's true he's been stabbed and there's a great deal of blood trickling down his leg to pool in his shoe and soak through his sock, but nothing important in his thigh has been cut. If it were, he wouldn't be walking right now, he'd be face down and he'd be dead.

The only problem is that he's being followed and he's leaving a relatively easy to follow path behind him, consisting of that blood that keeps dripping down his leg.

It was supposed to be recon and nothing more. That had been his intention. Get into the warehouse, check out what was going on, see what he could when it came to the illegal weapons that were coming in and going out, then get out. Then call in an anonymous report and get the police out to the warehouse with something they can actually go on.

That had been the intention.

But then one of them had snuck up on him. He's not the sort of man who is easily snuck up on, but here he is, bleeding from a relatively deep wound just above his knee. And now they're following him.

All he needs to do is get closer to a more populated area of the city. He has his gun on him and he'll use it if it becomes necessary, but then he gets tied to all this as Detective John Riley and he'll have a fair bit of explaining to do.

Just a few more blocks, though. He can make it.