Steve strains to follow the direction McCoy lines up for him, looking through the throngs for -- got him, man in a hood, turning down the side street.

"I see him," he says, nodding once. He shoots McCoy a reassuring glance. Steve's good at taking orders, but better at doling out his own brand of justice. He'll catch him.

Without another word he pushes ahead, picking the quickest route to where the man disappeared. Which just so happens to take him barreling straight through a fruit stand and over a cart of fabrics, hanging a hard right once he reaches the corner. At least it clears a path for McCoy, now that people are backing up to stare after him.