Shawn raced around the corner of the street, barreling past downtown Cardiff. A few people turned as he blew past, shouting explitives at him, but Shawn paid them no mind.
He was hunting an alien.
"Jack, where are you?" Shawn asked, pressing his right hand to the newly-issued earpiece Tosh had given him. They had nearly cornered the Weevil when the damn thing slipped past them and disappeared. They'd split up, trying to catch it somewhere in the middle of a series of alleyways, keeping contact by comm.
Shawn turned down another alleyway, quickly reaching the end and banking right. Nothing so far.