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    Forever Young – (Chapter: 1 Once Upon A Time)

    Fuck! There were cops all over the place. Now what!

    They were all parked in the middle of the street and in the small parking lot of a sleazy chinese restaurant. A few were on foot patrolling and the others were in their cars. Luckily most were on the opposite sides of the road.

    I sighed in frustration and slumped to the ground next to a fence. In the cover of a thick bush that had over grown and left a hallow hiding spot perfect for me. I had to plan this right. One shot to do this and I had to make it count.

    Unconsciously I grazed my hand over my knee. It bore the first scar I’d ever received. that was a story for later. No time for reminiscing now.

    After five minutes I came up with a plan. It was weak but it would have to do. There was a narrow space between the restaurant structure and the fence that surrounded the property. I could hop the fence and travel along the back. Once I got out on the other side there was small parking area for delivery trucks. If I crossed that tiny opening safely I could climb a ladder on the next building over and get back by traveling on the roof. All the building were connected after that. It would take me right to my destination.

    The cops were out front and would never think to look so close. It would be risky but if you have a better idea tell me. I’d love to hear it.

    One deep breath… I prepared myself for the task. I was tired in every way possible. Second deep breath… I reminded myself why I needed to risk it. My sister was waiting for me. I could be dead for all she knows. Third deep breath… It was now or never. And when have I ever chosen never.

    I stood up. Everything ached. I took caution in crossing the street to the restaurant. That was possibly the most dangerous part. It was clear and wide in the open. I made it to other end and let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding. Most cops were checking the bridge parallel to the restaurant.

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