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“Fucking hell.” Dan pants as he and Gavin run side by side down the road, Gavin holding his gun in one hand, pressing his other hand against his side. Dan has a duffel bag over his shoulder and is also holding a gun.
“We need to split.” Gavin breathes, and Dan chances a quick glance at him.
“B, you alright?”
“I’m fine, B. End of this road I go left you go right.” Gavin pants, his mouth going dry from the pain and exhaustion.
“You sure B?” Gavin pants out a ‘yes’ and Dan sighs. This can’t end well.
“Okay, meet you at home.”
“Good luck B.” Gavin says, grabbing Dan's hand and squeezing it gently before they part ways, running in opposite directions, neither of them getting a chance to look back as police cars round the corner after them.
Gavin groans as he rounds another corner and stumbles into the closest alley, ducking behind a bin just as two police cars and a few motorbikes speed down the road, sirens blasting. Gavin breathes a sigh of relief as he rests his back against the wall behind him, gripping his side. There’s blood seeping through his shirt but he doesn’t think the bullet hit anything important, and he knows it came out the other side because he can feel the blood soaking his back. Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. It hurts like a bitch. And the bullet wound coupled with a fucking stitch is really not ideal. All he wants to do is collapse on the floor and have a nap, or go get a bev, but he knows he can’t stay where he is, and walking into a bar like this would not go well, so he pushes himself carefully off the wall, walks further down the alley and looks out onto the road on the other side. He glances round the corner and groans when he sees a few police officers with guns walking down the street. They haven’t seen him yet but he won't get away with walking out of the alley, mainly because every police officer in Los Santos is looking for him right now, also because he’s caked in blood. Gavin retreats into the alley again and bites his lip as he thinks, breathing steady to try and get rid of the stitch in his side. He jumps when he hears a loud meow, and looks around, seeing a cat further down the alley. Poor fucker looks half starved, and Gavin glances round the alley to see if there's anything he can give it. Of course, there's not, and Gavin sighs when the cat meows again.
"Sorry love. I've not got anything." Gavin whispers, before focusing back on the task at hand. Gavin He has no idea where Dan went, but he wasn’t injured before they split up and he hopes Dan can outrun the police whilst avoiding getting shot himself.
Gavin puts his gun in his waistband, next to his knife, and looks around the alley. There’s no doors he can break in to. There’s a bin he could hide in but he’s not sure getting in a dumpster when he’s got a bullet hole going through his body is a good idea. Besides, if the police find him he’d have nowhere to run. There’s a fire escape above him that he might be able to climb if he uses the dumpster as a boost up though, so he carefully pulls himself onto the dumpster and up onto the fire escape, wincing the whole time as he tries not to make his wound worse. He makes his way up the metal stairs, and groans when it stops before the roof, instead ending outside the window of the top apartment. Gavin knows there’s no way he can go back down, as he can hear sirens coming back in his direction, so he glances through the window and when he sees the room is empty he pulls his knife out of his waistband and unlatches the window, carefully and quietly climbing through.
Once he’s safely inside he turns and looks out of the window down to the alley below to see two police officers rush into it, gesturing to blood on the floor and searching frantically, followed by police cars stopping on either end of the alley, sirens still blaring, scaring the hell out of the cat who sprints out of the alley. Gavin quickly backs away from the window slightly so they don't see him, and he freezes when he feels an all too familiar sensation in the small of his back. Fuck.