by Kim Smith
They had followed the blood trail out of the warehouse and into the alley. The droplets, red and round, had fallen as their victim scrambled to safety. The trap they'd set for him had been thought out long in advance. Vicious and effective, only not quiet quick enough for the crafty thief they chased.
"He's on the run now," Renee said.
"He can run, or rather hobble, but he won't stay out there forever. He's gotta have a place to bed up tonight," Steve replied.
She looked up. The cables slung across the steel wall of the building told a story as well.
"Looks like he has a way in and a way out." She pointed up.
Steve followed her finger and nodded as understanding came over him.
"He'll be back."
"He's gonna be pissed now though. We drew first blood."
Steve laughed. "You think he'll bring some friends?"
"Rats. God, how I hate 'em."
They retraced their steps back inside to lie in wait for the silent grey creature to return.