[i]Vince Rike[/i]
[i]Alleyway[/i]
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"Thanks," Vince grunted as he was hoisted up. His legs shook and he placed a shaking hand on the wall to help steady him.

"So, what the hell happened to you? You look like shit..."

"I feel like shit. I, uh, ran into some trouble," he half-lied. What else was he going to say? That he hit beat up for trying to mug someone? Vince mentally scoffed at the thought. It was clear that this person didn't trust him. Telling them that he was trying to steal wouldn't have helped. "Things were said, punches were thrown, and I'm pretty sure one guy had a metal bat."

"Honey, let us give you a hand."

Vince looked towards the source of the voice. The boy from earlier was leading two large men towards them. Panic filled the injured man. Were they the cops? If they were, then he was royally screwed. After his last encounter with the police, there was no doubt that they wouldn't hesitate to arrest Vince.

As the men drew near, the panic faded. Scrubs. Not police uniforms. They were just scrubs. Vince hid a small grin of relief.He let out a surprised yelp as the men lifted him like he was weightless. He cast the boy that led them and the figure in the coat (which he deemed was female by the shape) a grateful look as he was carried away.