Cody sighed, "an old street gang wants me dead for what I did to them when I was a kid I turned them in, it was either that or die by the blade of a thief. Now there free again, and they want me dead they will try anything to get to me hurt anyone that's close to me." His hands were still in his jeans pockets, but now they were clenched. He wished he could do more than just a hit and run, because they just stayed in the shadows and Cody didn't know how many they had brought with them.