"I hate it when they run," he muttered, but he was racing after Renko the moment the man started to run. He wasn't even looking who was coming after him. G could send one to help out or not, while the rest tried to cut him off with the car.
Sam took his gun out, in case Renko was stupid enough to try and shoot him. There wasn't enough time to talk, but he was hoping that words would actually help. He didn't want to shoot the man, not that he wouldn't do it if it became necessary. He just might anyway for making him jump over walls. "We're trying to help you, you idiot," he yelled as he started running again.
"G, heading west, should be coming out on Washington Avenue," he said in his piece, before increasing his speed, and he could see the end of the alley. Hopefully, they could get him before he made it into the street and got civilians involved.