Clean.

  Not the first word Fith would associate with an alley but, yea. Clean.

  "Guess even the alleys are cleaner here. What the fuck man?"

  Fith crossed halfway through while remembering the many alleys of his life.

  He quick shut it out as there were too many to count. And, he had arrived to the goal.

  Fith stared at the signage in front of a thin metal door.

  "?? ?? ??"

  "Something about that seems wrong.."

  Instead of knocking like a reasonable person, he simply tried to open it.

  When that didn't work: He tried harder!

  *Rattle, Rattle Rattle, Rat-click!*

  "?? ??? ? ??? ???!"

  A man yanked the door inward and poked his head out, screaming at Fith.

  "Oh, uh, heh. Bye!"

  Fith awkwardly scratched his head and bowed before walking away.

  The man started to push the door closed-Poom!

  Fith donkey kicked the door, hard, sending it into the man's side and spinning him onto the floor.

  Fith quickly entered and closed it behind him.

  Clean. Ish..

  Once again not the first word to think about a dingy backroom with a couple gangers but, yea. Clean-ish.

  It was tastefully dirty; The floor was clearly well worn, but you could eat something off it when it fell.

  Trash bags sat against a corner but they were neatly stacked and closed, no smell was in the room.

  Graffiti clung on the walls, but it seemed like a group effort, nothing went over each other and-

  "Ooohguh. ???!"

  Right. Him. The guy on the floor groaned before screaming something at Fith.

  The man turned toward Fith and got low.

  "Don't...Just, just don't man."

  For a moment it seemed like the man understood, even considered it, then charged.

  'Okay.'

  Fith simply stood there and looked at the floor, something neat catching his eye.

  Fith looked at the man, then the thing, man, thing, man, thing..

  'Sorry.'

  Mid stride Fith slid the black rectangle towards him along the floor-*Crunch.*

  The man slipped hard, landing on his back. While the black object went up high.

  Fith grabbed the phone out of the air, screen cracked everywhere, and pointed it at the man.

  *Click Click Click Click Click Click*

  Fith swung the phone around every which way, getting angles before tossing it on the man.

  Believing the man would consider staying down this time, Fith continued onward.

  Noticing something a little odd, only a little. Totally normal actually.

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  A foot and a bottle poking around the corner he's walking towards.

  *Shatter!*

  Fith turned, slowly bringing his face in line with another man's, and nodded while squinting his eyes.

  The man on his part, slowly gained the most scrunched up face Fith, had ever seen.

  Fith could help but think it seemed just right for a man that broke a bottle over his head.

  Fith straightened, turned only his entire torso towards the man, and kept walking to the very back, staring the entire time.

  Reaching the end he came to a sitting man who obviously watched everything from the start.

  "Come."

  "???."

  "Come with me."

  "???."

  "Bitch! 'No.'? It's '?.', now get up."

  "..?. Hup!"

  The man did indeed get up this time, with a rising strike towards Fith's face, of course.

  '6,' backstep. '1,' duck. '4,' block. 'and next it'll be an-Kick?!'

  *Thwack!*

  "OH! OW! Ow, ow, ow, FUCK! Bastard! Dickweed! Pure villainy! Who kicks a shin?!"

  Fith rattled off at the brute while skipping in place holding his leg.

  "Okay," He put his leg back down. "Let's try one more time. You are coming with me for-"

  *Thwack!*

  "You fucker! Why, the shin?!"

  Fith stepped away from his range and tried one more time.

  "Duewo-Sim you are under arrest for your crimes against The Flames, submit for judgement or-!"

  *Swoosh*

  The scoundrel stepped forward into another kick, Fith was ready and effortlessly caught the extended leg.

  "You wanna try aga-" *THWACK!* "FUCK. YOU."

  Duewo turned to jelly and fully let himself plummet to the floor, meanwhile throwing out a heavy kick against Fith's other shin.

  "?????"

  Fith quickly let go of Duewo's leg and centered himself.

  "It's fine. It is fine. I'm fine. Just some punk child having some fun. Children should have fun!"

  The child in question looked 35 years old, and raised up from the floor with quick tempo and shot out his leg once more, this time toward Fith's head.

  Fith on his part was done with this.

  He grabbed the leg out of the air once more, threw it back down making Duewo's shoe squeak.

  Gripped his wrist and pulled towards the sky, while hooking his leg under Duewo's and sweeping out.

  Fith brought his free hand up and-*Bam.*-brought it back down.

  "Can." *Bam.* "You." *Bam.* "Stop." *Bam.* "Kicking." *Bam.* "Me." *Bam.* "In!" *Bam.* "The!" *Bam.* "Fucking!" *Bam.* "SHIN?!" *Bam.*

  Once the poor man's nose was thoroughly part of his forehead, Fith let him drop like a sack of flour.

  "Hoo. Huh. Uh. So..yea."

  Fith looked down at Duewo.

  "Ho ma god! I am so sorry! I-I didn't, you, wow. Um, ?????? Uh, ????"

  Duewo piped back terribly nasally.

  "You Korean suck! Vely bad!"

  And in response Fith broke a pipe off the wall.

  "I decided you don't fucking need teeth anymore."

  "No! Nononono wait! I sorry! ?????!"

  Fith stood above him and got in a baseball stance.

  "You Korean decent! Very nice! DON'T-"

  *Ring Ring, BZZT, Ring Ring.*

  Fith's pocket vibrated while the pipe was inches from Duewo's jaw.

  "Lucky... Hey. Yea? Yes, alright. Could you go on hold for a minute?"

  Fith looked at Duewo and brought the phone to his face.

  "You see that name? You see?"

  "?. ?! Yes!"

  "What is it? Say it."

  "Sarry."

  Fith brought the pipe against his chin.

  "Say it right. Say it, RIGHT."

  "Sar-Sa-Sa...Sal, le. Sally!"

  "I want you to remember that name. It'll be the only reason you can speak to your grandkids, okay?"

  "Hey, I'm back. Yea? Right now? Alright alright! I'm going. Yes, right now don't worry! Oh could you translate something for me?"

  Fith walked away and several seconds later returned and gave Duewo the phone.

  "Go ahead. Talk to her."

  "Hello?"

  "? ?? ????. ?? ???? ? ?? ?? ???, ? ??? ? ? ????? ?? ?? ??? ??."

  Fith watched as Duewo's face looked suitably more disposed before grabbing the phone back.

  "Thank you Sally, I'll be right there. Bye love! And you. You understood that? Yes? Good! Bye bye, be back soon!"

  Fith backtracked his way to the alley, eyeing Bottle as he passed and grinning at Door on the way out, he crossed the street back into society and stopped at a vending machine to get a Pepsi.

  *Crack-POP*

  "We are here to help you. Everything's connected. Time is of the essence. On my way Sally!"