--Third Person's POV--

-Pant. Pant.-

"I need to hide it." A hooded man sprinted through the shadows of the city with the box in his hands. While regaining his breath against a car, the man thoroughly inspected the contents of the box. "The diamonds are all here." He muttered to himself under his breath.

He continued his trek through the dirty streets.

Seeing a dark alley, he believed that would be the smartest way to go since no one would find him. He made a turn and went on. Looking behind him, the man sees a silhouette slowly following him. See this, he broke into a quick sprint losing the dark figure.

Realizing the figure that had been stalking him vanished, the man began running at a more leisurely pace. To assure his escape, his eyes trailed back behind him once more.

Still no one.

The diamond theif slowly turned his head forward.

Bam.

The man crashed into an object and falls. While regaining his composure, the man opens his eyes. The last thing he saw was a strange weapon aimed at his face.