059: haste

Darting between shadows, he ran, blending-in with the darkness beneath a long, black coat. The hiss of vents and the rare passing of an automobile covered the sound of the runner's frantic footsteps, much to his relief. The wind started to pick-up, lifting the coat from between his legs and bringing an end to the swishing of fabric that may have penetrated the nocturnal ambiance. Now, if only there were a way to keep the rapidly-forming sweat from his eyes...

At that moment, there was no other choice left to him but to run.

So he did.