Midnight Patrol (Gorim)

Hurry, hurry, hurry or they'll catch you.

"Why is it always me?" Garrett asked himself bitterly as he ran down the street, away from the angry group enemy gang members, all of whom were inexplicably angry and armed. He himself had only a wrench he'd grabbed and a pistol that wouldn't be very helpful in his current situation, since it was very dark and he couldn't see far enough behind him to do more than waste his bullets.

The Reaping Square was coming up, which wasn't an attractive prospect. There was probably worse things you could do in this situation then run across a wide expanse that was similar to no-mans-land, but Garrett really couldn't think of any at this point.

Shots rang out briefly, and Garrett swore as the bullet grazed his arm. Fantastic. Fan-fraking-tastic.

He ran into the square, praying there was nothing else to make this night worse, and promptly came the realization that there was no God, or that if there was, He certainly didn't listen to the prayers of gang members.

Garrett ran right into a Peacekeeper.

"Getting shot at; what are you doing?" Garrett snapped. He wasn't in the mood for stupid questions, and, having been shot at already, wasn't in the mood for getting yet another gun pointed at him. "I realize that you're job requires you to point guns at children, but you may want to point them in the general direction of the people who are shooting at children. Just a suggestion."

As if on cue, another shot rang out, whizzing past Garrett's head. The young man was quite certain that this was the worst day of his life so far.

There was a few moments of startled silence during which Garrett resisted the sudden urge to bash his head against a wall. Then, the tell-tale click of a gun readying itself to fire. Garrett sighed, took out his own gun, and said to the Peacekeeper, "I'd get to cover." The shots rang out just as Garrett got around the corner.

Garrett eyed the Peacekeeper warily as the older man shot the gang member in the head. The result was incredibly messy, since it was rifle the Peacekeeper was using. Garrett rolled his eyes.

He wondered whether or not it was possible to just leave. He discarded the idea as stupid and probably fatal, since the Peacekeeper wouldn't have any qualms with shooting Garrett in the head. But the other man wasn't making very good company, trigger happy as he was. In fact, it was playing out rather like a bad, low-budget zombie movie.

Another gang member, this one female and actually a bit cute, ran out into the street, rather stupidly passing the two men in her haste. Garrett quickly shot her in the leg before the Peacekeeper could do anything permanent. She went down with a shriek, dropping her weapon as she fell. Garrett secretly hoped that the Peacekeeper would leave it that.

Garrett scowled and ignored the Peacekeeper. He got up and went to the girl, checking her pulse. She was unconscious, but not bleeding too badly. Garrett lifted her with difficulty over his shoulder and turned to the Peacekeeper and smirked.

"So I guess basic medical care isn't the norm for criminals?" He asked sardonically. "Just cuff them, throw them in jail and kill them the next day? And you wonder why everyone hates you guys so much." He sighed. "Your lack of self-awareness does you no credit."