Tristan's thoughts were scattered in a thousand different directions. He had just done something he had never wanted to do again, ever. It's not like it was a particularly bad thing but it would take it's toil soon. The officer could hear the steps behind him, he hoped it wasn't one of the goons he had missed. Taking a split second to glace behind him he could see that it was the man the cops had been after, the target that had started this whole ordeal, what was his name? Gregory? Tristan shook his head, for the moment it didn't matter. He ran for a few more steps, kicking up dirt and passing boarded up windows when he heard the voice behind him speak up.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">"I think they’re gone,"</span>Tristan knew they were in bad territory so he didn't slow his pace until they reached an intersection, the street light flickering over their heads. At least here it would be harder to be ambushed.<br/><br/>He stood for a moment not saying anything, just catching his breath.<br/>"That may be the case for now but they'll be back." He straightened and looked around him, he knew where they were now. He had driven the cruiser down this street not two days earlier. "And when that happens I don't want to be around." Tristan noticed he was still holding his pistol, the handle was slick with sweat. He slipped it into his belt. The adrenaline that had been pumping through his veins left him, leaving him exhausted. The young officer hadn't done anything like that since his first years in school. Turning to the man with him Tristan sized him up. If it came to a physical fight he thought he had the advantage, this guy looked like he hadn't slept in days and that run hadn't exactly helped with that factor. If it came to chasing him through the back streets again he wasn't sure he could handle it single highhandedly. This crook probably knew all the hiding places back here and to top it all off the local gang was now after him, if not himself as well.<br/><br/>Before Tristan could think he blurted out what first came to mind. "You look like you haven't slept in a while," A smile crept to the corner of his mouth despite the current situation. ", scared the cops will get you?" He wasn't sure where that had come from. Maybe it was the fact that the two of them had just gotten out of a potentially deadly situation or something else. Tristan shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he tried to get his thoughts straight.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A low growl escaped the man's lips as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand. One second he had had those men at his mercy, the next he had been plunged into darkness. He could hear shouts from some of the other men which meant it hadn't been just him. After the initial surprise had broken out of going blind, the man had stood where he was hoping his vision would return soon. What was he to tell his higher ups? That he had lost the target after something like this?<br/><br/>Soon his vision began to return, first shades of grey could be seen before he could see again. His men were all in different stages of blindness so he crept around a corner and dialed the number again.<br/>"I'm afraid to tell you this but they have escaped." He then went over what had happened before closing the phone and returning to his men. "We have some work to do."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>When his sight started to go fuzzy Tristan knew he was in trouble. He knew something like this was going to happen, he just though it would have been after he was safe. Maybe using his ability on such a large group had speed the reaction up, usually it took hours before the side effects fully set in. Tristan squeezed his eyes shut trying to clear his vision, not wanting to be left in such a helpless state with this guy.<br/>"We need to find somewhere safe. Do you know anywhere nearby?" Tristan hoped he was right in trusting this guy, other wise he would be in serious trouble. How much could he tell this guy? Probably not a whole lot. How often did police officer's go around telling criminals their weakness'? Instead he choose to play the 'we're-in-danger-the-longer-we-stay-in-the-open' card.<br/>"It would be best if we lay low for a bit. That stunt back there's not going to hold them forever." He nodded back the way they had come.