Red Light

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Brandon's perspective

Surrounded.

Dozens of officers point their guns at us, and officers with dogs burst out of the bedrooms too.

"TURN AROUND! HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD!"

As everyone begins to spin around, I take advantage of the brief allowance of movement and make my escape.

Ten toes.

"OI!"

I quickly slip out the door, followed by a few others.

The thing about armed officers in the UK is, their guns are usually for decoration. They barely know how to use them. Hence why I'm not the only one that's escaped.

A few warning shots go off. I keep running though.

I guess they do know how to use them.

"GET OFF ME FAM!" "LET GO!" I hear mandem shouting from the room.

Some man are jumping out the window, some are running down the stairs.

Officers with dogs follow.

I look towards the window, stairs ain't an option.

It's the first floor, I won't die.

I land funny and hurt my leg but quickly pull myself up. Ten toes when I hit the ground.

"ARGH!" Someone groans behind me as they land. I turn around and quickly help them up, it's Trip.

The sound of the police dogs echo through the estate.

We start sprinting.

The sound of a helicopter whirring draws close to the estate.

"Ay let's split up!" Trip shouts, as we approach the end of the road.

I nod and sprint in a different direction to him.

I dip and dash between cars, crossing roads recklessly. I'll be damned if today's the day I get bagged.

There's a park ahead of me.

I run into it, making use of the narrow gate on the side of the pavement.

It's clouded with trees, so much so that I have to duck and weave as I run.

I slow down.

Taking advantage of the forest, I quickly take my bally and gloves off and stuff them in my pocket.

Then I leisurely go into the path, jogging lightly as if I'm exercising, blending in with the nighttime joggers.

A white lady in gym gear jogs on my right, and an elderly man just ahead.

I continue at their pace, blending in with them.

So, Kash set us up?

Once a snake, always a fucking snake.

And with the amount of stuff we came in there with, anyone that got caught is definitely going jail.

Shit.

Kyrah's perspective

"I'm not sure what RB's issue is with this Tyrell yute but I got him as soon as he woke up in the hospital, again."

I've been having a panic attack for the past 15 minutes and Neal doesn't care. He's writhing in my pain, watching me suffer.

He chuckles "Oh yeah, no ones seen him around. Everyone thought he was dead init? Nah, I just borrowed him for a bit so I could work out their problem with him, thought he'd be useful."