Makings Of A Rogue

chapter 22

"Stop running Kevin!" She screamed as she sprinted full speed behind the small framed man, who hearing her voice so close behind him, run even faster.
He had on a ridiculous multi coloured robeish thingy which apparently was a shirt, that was flapping and flying round him, like a kite caught in a tornado, though it served as a bicon for Alane no wonder she hadn't lost him yet, as they twisted and turned in the back alleys of London.
She had made it out of France, using one of her many fake passports ironically provided by the people she was now an enemy of, her former employers the international police, a rented  private jet and a few bribes here and there she was out of the country within an hour of leaving the Interpol headquarter buildings.
She knew the first 24 hours were the most crucial if she was to escape and they would come after her with everything they got, she had to get out and fast.
She knew who the mole was, and he was right at the top, he was the puppet master everyone danced to his tune, his exposure would create a domino effect, more secrets would come out, and nobody wanted that coz obviously there were more he couldn't have been working alone, she had to be stopped killed even.
So she had hightailed to London her hometown, here she was cormfotable and familiar, easier to  hide or fight, plus she could start tracing a very important person who would help her in her new mission, revenge.
Though currently it wasn't going as planned,
the little rascal made a corner withought slowing down, Alane had to use the wall to propel her back to course, she thanked the heavens for how fit she currently was, if not she wouldn't have kept up with him, but in Kevin's defence he was scared and he was a kenyan, those guys can run.
She succesfully made the corner and peeked the end of the shirt enter a window on the ground floor of a building complex, without hesitation she followed, thinking how lucky she was for his choice of clothing.