The emergency exit doors slammed open with a violent crash, echoing like thunder through the school’s central courtyard. The hooded figure tore across the open pavement, legs moving in a frantic, desperate sprint toward the main academic wing.

Right behind him, Alexander was closing the distance with terrifying velocity.

"Get out of the way!" shouted Alexander, his voice a commanding roar that instantly shattered the peace of the morning lectures.

Classroom windows slammed upward, and heavy wooden doors opened as hundreds of students and teachers flooded the balconies, drawn by the chaotic noise. A collective gasp rippled through the onlookers as they watched Alexander track the thief with the raw ferocity of an apex predator.

The suspect veered sharply into the main science corridor, knocking over a row of heavy trash cans and kicking a metal janitor’s cart directly into Alexander’s path to slow him down. Alexander didn’t even break his stride; he planted his left foot on the concrete wall, leaped completely over the obstacle with fluid, athletic grace, and landed back in a full sprint.

"Stop him!" shouted a teacher from the second-floor balcony, but nobody dared step in front of the furious momentum Alexander was carrying.

The thief burst out of the main entrance doors, sprinting down the grand concrete steps and tearing directly into the crowded student parking lot. He reached a sleek, black sportbike parked near the perimeter fence, frantically pulling a set of keys from his pocket and shoving them into the ignition. The engine coughed to life with a high-pitched whine.

"Don’t even think about it," stated Alexander, his dark eyes locking onto his target as he launched into a final, explosive burst of speed.

The thief swung his leg over the saddle and twisted the throttle, the rear tire screeching against the asphalt as the motorcycle began to surge forward.

Alexander didn’t hesitate. He launched his entire body into the air, executing a flawless, high-velocity flying tackle. He collided heavily with the rider’s torso mid-air, the sheer kinetic impact ripping the thief completely off the moving motorcycle and sending both men crashing onto the hard pavement.

The unguided sportbike skidded out across the parking lot, slamming into a metal guardrail with a loud, metallic crunch, while the hooded suspect rolled violently across the asphalt before coming to a hard, painful halt against the tire of a parked sedan.

Alexander stood up smoothly, completely unfazed by the violent impact against the concrete. He adjusted his jacket, his dark eyes locking onto the groaning figure on the ground. He stepped forward, grabbed the front of the suspect’s jacket with one hand, and violently ripped the helmet off his head.

It was a young man, barely seventeen, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

"If you touch me, you’re going to jail!" stammered the teenager, his voice trembling as he tried to hide behind his age. "I’m a minor! You can’t do anything to me, the police will lock you up!"

Alexander let out a low, humorless laugh that sent a chill straight down the boy’s spine.

"Go ahead," stated Alexander, his expression turning into a mask of pure ice. "I will personally drive you to the police station myself once I am completely finished with you."

Before the kid could even process the words, Alexander drove a brutal punch straight into his abdomen. The air exploded out of the teenager’s lungs, causing him to double over instantly. Without a fraction of a second’s delay, Alexander smashed a heavy right hook directly across his jaw, followed by a devastating knee strike straight into his mouth.

Blood sprayed onto the gray asphalt. Alexander grabbed the boy by his hair, dragging him back up to eye level.

"Now," stated Alexander, his voice dropping into a lethal, quiet whisper. "Are you going to start talking, or do we keep going?"

"Rot in hell, you piece of shit," spat the kid, coughing up a mouthful of crimson fluid.

"Alright," stated Alexander.

He dragged the struggling teenager across the pavement toward the skidding sportbike, which was still resting on its side, the rear tire spinning violently in the air at absolute maximum RPMs. Alexander pinned the boy’s torso against the chassis with his knee, grabbed his face by the jaw, and forced his cheek just a single inch away from the roaring, rubber tread.

The heat radiating from the spinning tire burned against his skin, and the terrifying, deafening screech of the engine completely drowned out the screams of the onlookers.

"No! Stop! Please! Please stop!" screamed the kid, his eyes wide with absolute terror as he violently twisted and writhed under Alexander’s iron grip, pleading for mercy as the rubber threatened to tear his face apart.

Alexander didn’t blink, his dark eyes entirely hollow, looking fully prepared to press the boy’s skull into the machine without a single shred of hesitation.

Alexander pushed the boy’s face down just a fraction more, allowing the outermost edge of the roaring, spinning tire to actively graze the skin of his jaw. The brutal friction instantly tore away a patch of flesh, smelling of burnt rubber and blood.

"Ahhh! Aggghhh! Stop! I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please!" screamed the kid, his voice hitting a frantic, high-pitched pitch of pure survival instinct as tears mixed with the blood on his face.

Alexander smoothly pulled him back, lifting him by his collar and violently hurling him against the chain-link perimeter fence. The heavy metal rattled loudly as the teenager slumped against it, clutching his bleeding face.

"What were you doing inside that locker room?" asked Alexander, stepping forward to completely block the boy’s escape path, his shadow engulfing him entirely.

"I was just clearing out the rest of the bags!" sobbed the kid, wiping his mouth with a trembling hand. "I swear, that’s all! I was just taking whatever was left in the lockers!"

"Who cloned my cousin’s SIM card?" asked Alexander, his voice dropping into a dangerous rumble. "You stole her phone yesterday. Who did you give it to? Why are they sending extortion messages to her family?"

"I don’t know anything about a SIM card, I swear to God!" stuttered the teenager, cowering as Alexander raised his hand. "I didn’t clone anything! I just steal the phones and drop them off! I sell them to a guy named Marcus! He runs a tech repair shop three blocks from here! He pays me a hundred bucks for every premium device I bring him! He takes them apart or does whatever he wants with the data, I don’t ask questions!"

Alexander watched the boy’s micro-expressions. The terror was absolute, and the pulse jumping in the kid’s throat confirmed he was speaking the truth. This wasn’t a tactical hit by a rival syndicate; it was a localized, opportunistic digital scam operated out of a neighborhood fence shop.

"Give me the exact address of that shop," stated Alexander, his dark eyes locking onto his target. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"It’s... it’s on Tenth and Main, the one with the blue neon sign," whimpered the kid, pressing himself flatter against the wire fence. "Please, just let me go, I told you everything."

Alexander didn’t answer. He turned on his heel and walked straight back toward the roaring Shelby GT500, leaving the bleeding teenager on the pavement under the stunned gaze of the entire student body. The parameters of the hunt had shifted, and Tenth and Main was his next destination.