THE FLEA MARKET ESCAPE - Day 197: Freewrite

"Oh Crap, My cover is blown," I said to myself with clenched jaws.

I knew that guy made me, the moment he followed me into the corner whispering into his mouthpiece. I Swiftly hid for cover behind the nearest wall. I could hear the swift footsteps of the curious guard approaching my spot and my heart rate slowly increasing. I take in slow breaths bracing myself with a clenched fist and my other hand tucked into my jacket reaching for my silent revolver.

I knew I could take on the guard but I thought to myself "That is not the mission, no dead bodies."

The last thing I wanted is a scuffle which could draw more attention to myself. I looked around in panic analysing my surroundings as my eyes rapidly switching gaze looking for any inch of escape, I found a spot, there is a window behind me, I realised the glass windows could be detached, In One sweep motion, I unlocked the window while swinging myself through the gap, I could hear the guard running towards me shouting into his drawn-out radio, but I was already sliding down the roof, the rubber sole of my shoes heating up on the concrete rooftop.

I tumbled off the roof landing on top of a rubbish bin one storey below. I recovered my steps swiftly like a seasoned cat burglar, by now I heard the sounds of alarms around me.

"Post me the nearest Evac. point, Now! Jenna" I yelled into the mic on my collar.

"Yes Agent Doe, there is one close to the flea market 200 meters from you, east of your location, stay safe"

I sprinted off towards my evacuation point as fast as I could, I realised I was exposed as my position could be easily spotted by the guards, I dashed toward a corner wall leading to a street in an effort to break their line of vision, even though it was a longer route to my Evac. point.

I was inches from the corner wall when I heard whizzing sounds of bullets past my ears ricocheting off the wall as the dust flies away from the impact, My Instinct kicked in as I reached for my revolver, once I got past the corner wall, I began running at full speed, hot air filling my lungs, I looked back at my trail momentarily to see how many distance I had covered before they reached me.

I successfully dashed into another corner, I was about 150 meters away from my Evac. point when a guard on a bike caught me blind-sided, screeching to a halt in front of me and shooting into my chest but I had a bullet proof vest beneath, I groaned under the impact as I swiftly closed the gap between me and the guard, shooting his shoulder with my revolver and disarming him of his weapon as I slapped his arms, I gave him a throat chop as he let out a wheezing noise choking while grabbing his throat, I pushed him off as I commandeered the bike to make my journey faster.

I revved the bike's engine as I speed with a great rush towards my evacuation point, Black jeeps with tinted shades swiftly followed behind me but I had already covered a great deal of distance, with the bike, I maneuvered around oncoming traffic and passed in between the streets, I could see the flea market in my line of vision so close but I rode over a huge bump, crashing the bike just at the entrance of the market with onlookers in astonishment and some screams in the background, I got off the bike as I limped into the market. I grabbed a generic cloth from the stands, taking off my stained jacket and blending into the crowd, I made my escape through the flea market.

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The Freewrite prompts is organized by @mariannewest, the prompt for Day 197 is "Flea". If you are interested in freewriting you can check out her blog for the daily prompts. thanks for reading :-)