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It was by was by pure luck that the guard, ordered by the judge to escort Micheal out of the choas in the courtroom, ran back in to assist a fellow officer who found himself in the middle of a brawl between two opposing families. Yet I knew we had to act quick. That type of luck was most likely not going to occur again. As the swat team made their way around the rotary, I grabbed Micheal and quickly made our way through the alleyways. The sounds of police sirens echoed all around us. In fact I could hear one approaching towards us.
Just then a police cruiser came flying around the corner. I grabbed Micheal and pushed him behind a clothes donation bin, as I grabbed some of the clothes scattered around the bin and pretended to load them into the shoot. Following behind the cruiser was a white box truck that hastily pulled into the parking spot next to the bin. The driver jumped out of the truck clenching his groin and ran into the building, leaving the motor still running. I looked at Micheal, who's face was pail with anxiety, and yelled let's go. I ran around side of the box truck and got in. Micheal was barely able to make it into the truck as I put the truck in reverse headed down the back streets.