[b]Vates[/b]
Vates stood in the shadows and looked out of the window of the old two story building he was in. Two teams of five were visible and were walking in slightly different directions whilst shouting light abuse at each other. Although the teams clearly knew one and other, they hadn’t approached from the same way and appeared to be acting independent of each other; their choice of words perhaps suggested that they were in competition. [b][i]“The market gang?”[/b][/i] Janus speculated. 

Vates watched in silent contemplation for a moment, seeing one of the teams head purposely towards an open sewer entrance (work had clearly begun on it when the event occurred). “Maybe, but to be honest I wouldn’t have expected them to send people after me so quickly, nor them to believe what I told them about my location. Then again, I’m sure I’m not the gangs sole enemy or goal.” Replied Vates as he quickly made his way out of the room and down towards the basement. 
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“Fucking hell mate, do we have to go down here? It stinks! Why would anyone hide in the sewers?” asked one of the thugs, earning nods and mumblings of agreement from the other three men in the team. Bono was the leader of the team and didn’t stand out in anyway save for the red scarf he wore. 

“Because they know regular guys like us don’t like the idea of crawling around in shit. Apparently the guy we’re after is a sneaky git so I wouldn’t put using the sewers past him, would you?” Asked Bono, not needing a reply. The team of five made their way down the two ladders leading into the opened section of the sewer. It was dark save for the reflection of the outside light on the muddy puddles. Scattered about were tools, building materials and the odd dead body trapped below fallen pieces of concrete. It was lucky the whole sewer didn’t collapse in the quake noted one of the thugs. Of the five only two had flashlights, one led the way whilst the other kept watch at the back as they made their way along the clearer and brighter of the two routes. The team eventually came across a circular basin where because of a collapsed inlet the waste was very shallow, and along one of the walls where it was almost dry were a couple of camping beds. “Someone lived or lives here.” Said Bono as his eye caught sight of a weird post in the centre of the basin. The whole team wondered over to it, and many grimaced as it got slightly deeper. The post was plastic and stood out from the water. Laying a hand on it Bono tried to pull it out but as he did gasped as the waste around their feet was suddenly subjected to a fairly weak electrical current; though it was still enough to knock them out. 

Vates smiled as he watched from another inlet, one that was accessible from the basement of the building he had been in. He had often sold sewer or building plans in his line of work, and the knowledge he had gained (especially around his area) repeatedly proved to be of great value to him. The trap he had made would only last a very short period as he used a nearly dead core. He had taken a narrow jar, placed the core inside and sanded the plastic post so that it would tightly fit into it. When he placed it into the water and weighed it down it did nothing to him, but as the thugs lifted the post the water found its way to the core and electrocuted them. Now as they laid unconscious Vates ensured they would not drown and then set about stealing whatever weapons and valuables they had; many of which he simply dumped in deep waste further on because it was too much to carry. When the thugs awoke they would not only feel sore, but would be completely covered in waste and would lack the means to pose a threat to him, meaning they would likely return to the Market before continuing the hunt. It was only a temporary solution, but it brought him time as he tried to formulate a better solution and it would also hurt their moral.