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'If it was less than a gold hex, you were swindled.' 'How much did Devaki give you to tell us that?' said Caitlyn to the unfashionably dressed young man. But they weren't heading left, they were heading right. From this angle, she saw the scuffs of heel marks on stone that only a running man would leave. The cobbles were slick from the evening rain and were well trodden. Mohan turned toward the busy street and said, 'Come on, Caitlyn! Let's go or we'll lose him.'Д¬aitlyn dropped to one knee to look at the street from a different perspective. Her eyes narrowed as she took in last season's colors and a collar that hadn't been in style for a year. His clothes were finely-tailored and must once have cost him a pretty penny, but the cuffs were frayed and the elbows worn. 'Figures he'd try to lose himself in the crowd', he said between gulps of air.Д¬aitlyn took a moment to study their public-spirited helper. His blue uniform coat was askew and his hat tipped back over his head. He bent at the waist and propped himself up with his palms on his knees. Mohan finally caught up to her, sweating and breathing hard. They mingled with stall-holders selling refreshments and promenade-girls looking for a wealthy mark. She followed his gaze and saw cheering theater-goers spilling from the Drawsmith Arcade, a vaulted structure of colored glass and ironwork columns. The young man pointed left and said, 'Down that way at a good clip.' 'You looking for a man on the run?' he asked. Her pale blue eyes darted from person to person, seeking Devaki's distinctive silhouette.ДЄ young man crossed the street toward her, his cheeks ruddy with a night's enjoyment. The caged flames atop the fluted lampposts bathed the dozens of surprised people staring at her with a warm, amber light. Devaki had seen her in the same instant, and took to his heels like a startled wharf-rat.Д¬aitlyn skidded to a halt at the next junction. Though they hadn't known it until the city lighters had worked their way down the street to ignite the glow-lamps and Caitlyn caught his reflection in the glass of the cafe across the street. Working a hunch that something big was in the works, she and Mohan had been keeping watch on one of House Morichi's workshops, and sure enough, Devaki had shown. He'd robbed three clan workshops (that they knew of) in the last five weeks, and Caitlyn had him pegged for two others. The hextech rifle slung over Caitlyn's shoulder was loaded and ready to shoot, but she needed a target, and Devaki was more nimble than a spooked doe. 'If I could see him, I'd already be drawing a bead on him!' 'Do you see him?' shouted Mohan from behind. If they didn't catch up to Devaki soon, they were going to lose him. The supper clubs were emptying, as were the nearby theaters inside the Drawsmith Arcade, so this street was going to get a whole lot busier. Caitlyn sprinted down Mainspring Crescent, weaving a path between midnight revelers strolling down the fashionable promenade of cafes and bistros.

THE THRILL OF THE CHASE FULL

Even three bells after the Sun Gate had closed, Piltover was still full of life - life that was currently getting in her way.

The thrill of the chase