Thursday, May 17, 2012


Aggie turned back when she heard their new friend cry out. Brady had forgotten the pain in his arm and had only her safety in mind. "Aggie, come on!" The other gang member dropped his weapon, scooped her small body into his dark arms as though she were a child and carried her toward safety. Brady, cradling his bleeding arm, wished he had done that. The semi-automatic gunfire in the distance stopped, as though the rival gang had finally been informed they were putting innocent Americans in danger.

Before they reached the intersection, a military-style armored vehicle with a heavy machine gun and police markings swerved into view at high speed. It was followed by several police cars, sirens howling. The vehicles passed them and stopped near the alley they had just left. Doors swung open and a squad of police pointed guns in all directions.

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