City Streets

Jammy and Alba jupmed at the sound of Vladimir hitting the groud. As she did so, Alba hit an empty bin behind her, sending it crashing to the ground. The noise seemed to echo around the whole building. Alba cringed.
As the noise finally subsided, Jammy relaxed slightly, releasing Alba's hand which he had crushed several timed by now. He turned to the Manticore animagus, his deep blue eyes filled with anxiety, and said:
"We need to get out of here."

The three policemen looked at where the noise came from, each head turning in a synchronized motion. The three policemen could've done the Olympic Synchronized Head Rotation. Anyways, one lifted his eyebrow. Vladimir put up one hand, but one of the policemen put it down again.
"What was that?" One of them asked, cautiously trying not to make any noise.
"Bleeeaahhh..." Vladimir mooed, "Rat."
Little did the policemen know that Vladimir was trying to say, "Rats, my comrades have been found," otherwise known as "Damn, they found out..." In Vladimir language. The policemen thought he meant, "It was a rat," and they believed him. Also, little did Vladimir know anything about what a rat was. He qualified it as squishy, stinky, and living. That's all a rat was to our poor Vlad, currently being stepped on the back by one of the heavy policemen.

Jammy helped Alba onto a bin in a frantic attempt to escape. She had soon vaulted over the wall into a back alley, waiting for Jammy to join her. She stepped out of the way as he landed heavily beside her.
Picking himself up, he grabbed her hand and they ran.