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Bowen had backed from pursuit, but no sooner had he done so did Alek receive a gun shot blast to the chest. The man stumbled back a step or two, coughing and had not yet recovered when another shot came. The third would not hit as he rolled to the side.

No sooner had he regained footing, did three blades get tossed from a direction Alek had not anticipated an attack from. He bared his fangs at Marc. "You traitorous devil!" He gave a choking cry. He ripped the blades from himself, spinning to throw the silver blades towards Snow as hard and as fast as he could.

Bastien's shot took him straight in the knee and he cried out in agony as he fell forward, landing with his hands on the ground.

He was outnumbered and very injured by this point. He had no choice. His eyes caught glimpse of the storm drain, and he took his opportunity. His body seemed to fade away into a red haze that floated in the air where Alek had once knelt. The red haze moved with haste, escaping to the storm drain and the catacombs below the city.

Claire hissed her displeasure, her eyes growing blood red. She raced over to the storm drain and looked at Bowen. "I'm going after him, sir." She said. She would wait for his order, but he would know she could follow Alek closer than anyone at this moment.