If Rude were a more vocal person, he would have joined in with Reno's swearing. On one hand, the rain was helping to slow down the authorities, making the ground slippery and harder for them to see the two running Turks. On the other hand, the same went for them. Granted, they had a headstart, but they didn't know the terrain as well.

Scrabbling after his partner, Rude took shelter behind a pile of boxes, trash bags, and packing crates, trying to make himself as small as possible. The rain was cold (it was January, after all), but Rude kept his jaw firmly set. He'd wait it out until the authorities passed.

Sure enough, there was a great deal of shouting and the sounds of activity outside the sidestreet before a couple of men looked down the alley. They didn't investigate any further, however, and soon after their footsteps faded, the sounds of the street returned to normal.