"Damn, let's get him before he gets help! Try to cut him off if you can."
"Oh for fuck's sake..." Calvin groaned as he gave chase. Fortunately, the kid was in such a panic to get away that he wasn't looking where he was going, and kept bumping into people on the footpath. Calvin caught up with him and rugby-tackled him to the ground in another alley he had run down hoping to evade them. He shoved him up against the wall and covered the kid's mouth with his hand.
"Keep watch" he said to Byron as he pulled out one of his knives. I've been getting a lot of use out of these today, he mused, as he took another look around. There was nobody there. From a distance, it would just look like two druggies holding up a dealer. Hardly out of the ordinary.
He turned back to the dealer. "I'm going to take my hand away now," he hissed at him. "Call for help and I'll cut your fucking tongue off." Slowly, he removed his hand. "Right," he continued, "Now you're going to answer a few questions, and if you co-operate we might let you walk away from this. Where is your gang based?"
"Fuck you!" came the immediate reply. Calvin punched him. "Wrong answer. Now I'll give you one more chance, or I start cutting things off. Where are you based?" Calvin brought the blade to the dealers ear, but the kid's resolve cracked. "Industrial estate!" he squealed. "To the west of the city, about 15 minutes drive out of town. All the leaders hang out there, in the old Citroen factory."
"There. That wasn't so hard now was it?" At least they hadn't needed to torture this one. Maybe guards were made of sterner stuff than dealers. "So I can go?" the dealer stammered. "No, sorry," Calvin replied and stuck the knife in the dealer's throat. The youth collapsed a few seconds later. "Give me a hand with this" Calvin said to Byron, and together they heaved the body into a nearby dumpster.
"Alright," Calvin huffed when they'd finished. "Industrial estate to the west. let's head back to the car." Upon reaching it, Calvin hopped into the passenger seat and Byron smoothly pulled the car away, entering the location of their objective into the GPS as he did so.