Tristan kept his pistol aimed at the men, switching targets occasionally. Each man had a stern look on their faces, scraped up from years of alley fights. He knew his chances of escape were slim, even slimmer when he thought about Gregory, the man he had been following here. He felt a bump on his shoulder, turning slightly to not lose his angle on a large man Tristan looked over his shoulder to see Greg looking about as nervous as he felt. A string of words were coming from his mouth, catching only a little of what was said Tristan was pretty sure he had just been insulted, although it could have just as easily been directed at the men around them.<br/><br/>Moving his gaze and gun to another man, Tristan could see from the corner of his eye that someone else had come to join them. He hoped it was the other officers who had more training in this sort of thing but his wishes were crushed when a slender man, a little taller then he was entered the small area. Two more men trailed him, hands on their own weapons. Tristan swiveled to face this new arrival.<br/>“I've got seven men surrounding you, more watching from elsewhere.” The man's voice was oily like he was use to talking people into things. “Try anything and I'll have lead in your back and your bodies dragged off to the nearest port.” Tristan lowered his gun point by a centimeter. The man, who appeared to be the ring-leader of this operation, gave instructions to his two bodyguards to watch the intruders while he pulled out a sleek phone. Turning so Greg and Tristan couldn't hear him he placed a call.<br/>"I have done what you asked, the dreamer is here along with a cop. I don't know what importance he is." A pause followed this while the man listened. "As you wish, although I will require extra for the job." He closed the phone and slid it into a pocket before turning back to his goons.<br/><br/>Tristan had been watching the man when Greg muttered the well known words of anyone who had watched any sci-fi films.<span style="font-style: italic">"I come in peace?"</span>Even he couldn't help but smirk at the attempt. The smile was wiped from his face when the man turned back to them.<br/>"We'll be keeping that one." He pointed at Gregory as two men moved in to grab him. "The other one," He looked Tristan up and down. "is of no use to us."<br/><br/>Tristan made the split second decision that would either get them out of this or get them both killed. He inched closer to Greg, whispering to him. "When I tell you to run you better run." When the men had gotten closer then enough Tristan did something he had hoped to avoid doing for the rest of his life. For a moment nothing happened, then everyone except himself and Gregory were plunged into darkness as their sight let them momentarily. A few men, startled by what had happened let loose a few rounds from their guns, some hitting each other. A bullet skimmed by the officer's head as he ducked and pushed Greg off to one side. "Run!" He shouted to him as he darted ahead, down one of the previously blocked alleys. Chaos had erupted and he didn't want to be around when it ended, Tristan could only hope that the criminal had enough sense to follow if he valued his life at all.