The Chase

from the view of the chased

Leaving the jewelry store at a rather accelerated pace, a common, plain-clothed man with a parcel tucked under his arm jumped into his white, slightly dirtied Ford Bronco. He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front passenger seat making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing by. He then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention to himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would only be a matter of minutes before the police would be on his trail and he couldn’t have them catching him so he would have to make certain he covered all his tracks and make it as difficult as he could for his pursuants as he could. For starters he had to dispose of this car and acquire his new transportation; a new model Corvette conveniently located in a pre-arranged spot just behind the rail road tracks near Market St. at I-15. Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his existence from the Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was originally going, he and his package continued the chase already in progress. Entering onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell, where he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very quick speed he increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After half an hour, he exited in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was located. “They’ll never catch me in here,” he thought.

Getting out of the car, he cautiously made sure no one was looking as he took his package into his hide-out. Opening it he realized he’d been bugged. They had placed a small tracking device inside one of the rings he’d stolen. “How could they possibly have uncovered my meticulously, elaborate plan. No one even had a clue about the details . . . except for Thomas. Darn that rotten, selfish feign. How dare he get greedy and sell out on me.” He reasons that with little time to spare, he’d be better off cutting his losses by leaving the package of jewels behind and trying to escape and save his own butt. Running out to his car he sees the police cars turning off the exit. “Ah!, there’s no time, I’d better make a run for it!” He trots off into the trees while police get out of their cars and start chasing him through the wooded obstacle course. He feels his heart beat at such a rate that it nearly popped right out of his chest. “They’re closing in, what am I going to do?” As his breaths grow fainter he starts losing his distance and before he knew it they had him on the ground and in no time had his hands cuffed, and with no energy left to fight, he quickly surrendered giving no resistance whatsoever.