The raindrops sliced through the air like arrows before they splattered onto the rooftop around us. My cape was whipping every which way.

_Damn this cape_, I thought to myself as he stared up at me like a field mouse would if it were cornered by a barn owl. His hands shook as his finger wrapped around the trigger, with the barrel of the gun staring me down. I had to act fast.

Why now? I knew I w...