He'd been running for a while, his feet hurt and his breathing was shallow. Stan had been chasing Howard every step of the way, the glimpses of Stan Howard got proved it, he was taking it in his stride, like a jog. 
"You won't get away from me, boy!" he roared in the, cutting the silence if the night and defending there foot steps, "I was a F***ing Ranger, this is a cake walk!", Stan started to speed up, slowly but Surely closing in on Howard, his foot steps echoing louder and louder off the dilapidated walls of the buildings adjacent. A sudden thrum filled the air, filling it with vibration and energy, the sounds of people shouting and laughing mixed with the deep bass of electronic music. The Scarpyard came into view people lay passed out on the pavement, drunk, high and intoxicated, a person Howard could only assume was a bouncer, at the entrance . He started to approach the entrance to the scrapyard rave jumping over unconscious bums and half naked prostitutes. Stan was close now, Howard could hear his breathing clearly from behind him, steady and clear compared to Howard's own ragged one he smashed past the bouncer and into the fray.
The scrapyard was full with what could have only been a crowd of degenerates, drunks, drug abusers, multiple rings where people were cheering on barbaric displays of crude combat. Howard turned to see Stan looking around the scrapyard for him, the bouncer behind him counting a small stack of cash. 
Howard slipped into the croud nearest to him and started to blend in -however not well due to the angry glares he got from some people, he was shoved.
He fell face first into the dirt floor and the crowd around him erupted in a roar of glee, Howard looked up to see Stan smiling at him from across the chalk circle of the arena.