Six months later
"Fuck!" Al hissed as he landed on the hard cement ground.
"What's happening Al?" Ray asked his son over the radio. "Constant updates, remember." He reminded his son.
Al ran, stepping on puddles as he heard people catching up to him.
"Ten people on my tail." Al reported as he took out his gun and switched off the safety. "They are armed but I don't think they are too familiar with the area."
"Good. There is an ally to your right, you can lose them there." Ray guided his son.
"Hey dad, if I capture them, can I get that car I wanted?" He teased as he ducked into the ally his father had mentioned.
"We'll talk about it when you get home." Ray told his son. "Focus."
Al cocked his gun and waited.
He could hear steps approaching.
"They're near, dad. I might have to fight my way out of this. Again." Al grumbled.