Vigilantes

The streets black and the sky a deadly blue, this criminal pushed his weight forward, running from the sound of the waning alarm. Money hung from his right hand and a handgun in his left. He knew the police were bound to chase him. This fugitive continued to sprint when he saw a tall figure standing in the distance, their shoulders squared at him. “Out of the way!” he shouted violently at the figure. He raised his gun, “Or I’ll shoot!” The figure didn’t move. It was too dark; the criminal couldn’t see their face. This angered him. His finger ready to pull the trigger, suddenly tensed when he heard the sirens. The renegade glanced over his shoulder to see the flashing lights racing down the road. “Damn cops!” The criminal dashed across the street and into a dark alleyway. He continued down the darkened corridor. The sound of footsteps behind him made him nervous. They’re gaining on me!
There was a mistake in his assumption, a flaw. Don’t ever assume.
The dark, mysterious figure that stood on that sidewalk was now across the street. Their shoulders squared toward the alley. They took several swift steps forward and then stopped. They knew. They slipped a gloved hand into their jacket pocket and pulled out something. The criminal’s running steps echoed through the alley. A simple flick of the wrist… and the footsteps ceased. The figure lowered their hand to their side and walked forward. The cop cars sped past the alleyway, their sirens wailing away. The dark figure stepped over the lifeless dead corpse and went to retrieve his dagger impaled in the wooden fence. They examined the dagger, stained with blood. Again, the figure reached into their pocket and pulled out a cloth. They rapped the blade from the handle up and slipped it back into their jacket.
A dead end. How ironic.
The figure knelt down, being sure not to touch the body. Straight through the heart, it never fails. The sirens began approaching again. Took them long enough. The deed is already done. The figure stood and walked out of the alley and crossed the street. There, parked on the corner was a cab. The figure walked to the corner and looked at the cab. Now, the lights visible, they got into the driver’s side of the car. The engine roared to life, but they waited. Watching from the review mirror, they observed the cops screeching to a halt and deploying out of their cars surrounding the alleyway.
They then shifted the lever from P to D, stepped on the gas, and drove down the street at the appropriate speed limit.