"Those Damn Slamhounds!"
[70s era laugh track]
[cheery orchestral sting]

shakycam of a young man in a hooded sweatshirt, the lower half of his face covered in a high tech respirator. it hisses with his frantic breathing as he flees headlong through the souk's tarpaulin maze

a sound like the laughter of children emerging from hyenas' barks and howls bubbles though the early morning crowd

he hears them closing around him, around the possibility of escape like they are coordinating their hunt

but no, they would use radio for that, frequency shifting. this sound is just for him to hear

they want him to know