â€œCatch that boy!â€ a tall man dressed in White called out as their black camaros drove down the street. They were chasing a boy through the city. This boy has been known to show up on sites of high criminal activity. He devotes his time by bombarding and ruining criminal smuggling and transfer of money, drugs, illegal substances and weapons. Nobody knows who the young man is, but the city officials have nicknamed him â€œWhite Catâ€ because of the white mask he always wears to hide his face. Whenever people hear that White Cat is around, police officials know where to go to catch the criminals. So far, one reporter has snapped a photo of the famous yet mysterious â€œWhite Catâ€ Even people who see him don't hesitate to record footage.<br/><br/>Vincent could feel his pursuers chasing after him. His only means of transportation was his rollerblades and motorcycle. Today, rollerblades was his means of escape as it gave him free roam of the city. Why these men were chasing him, was because he caught them smuggling illegal drugs. He had a bag of the substance in his back pocket. This was how he led them through the city. Vincent took a turn down a street, and they followed. Eventually, guns were being drawn and fired as pedestrians took cover. Vincent dodged the shots with such swiftness, turning around and still blading down the street. He had a slingshot and a bag of pebbles attached to his belt around his waist. He took a pebble, put it into the slingshot and pulled it back, then fired it at the Driver. It hit the windshield, cracking it.<br/><br/>The driver swore, having a hard time seeing clearly. The passenger was giving him directions on where to go. Vincent turned around on his rollerblades, riding off quicker down the street. The men were driving faster towards him, actually thinking of running him over. When they drove towards him without slowing down, Vincent could not help but look over his shoulder, seeing it, he jumped up, landing on the hood of their car. The guy in the passenger seat leaned out the open window, pointing his gun at him but Vincent was smart enough to rollerblade up the car onto the roof and off the trunk behind the car. He moved to the left, seeing a warning sign for a construction zone. Within a few seconds, the camaro was not chasing him anymore, it was now stuck in a large hole. Smiling, he kept blading down the street, taking another turn, then another. The last camaro was still chasing after them.<br/><br/>â€œDon't let him get away. He's got some of our stuff.â€ he said firmly, sitting in the back seat of the car. Vincent came going, till he saw a Semi-Truck crossing their way. The truck didn't stop, but nor did he as he simply crouched down and leaned back. He bladed right under the 18 wheeler, easily escaping. While as for the men in the camaro, ran right into it. Nothing but complete wreckage. The only thing left that was there, was the bag of drugs left at the scene, the bag that Vincent left behind. The cops showed up later and arrested the men, even the ones still stuck in the hole in the construction area.<br/><br/>He knew that this was going to be all over the news, so he made quick work to arrive home without being spotted. Upon arriving home, he stepped into his house and moved over into the living room to take his rollerblades off. He set his slingshot and bag of pebbles on the table and then removed the white cat mask from his face and set it on the table as well. He sighed, feeling at ease in his own home. This home, where curtains covered the windows, doors and windows were securely locked and bolted. This was the life he chose.