I turn the corner and see the Refuge out of the corner of my eye. A wagon with two nuns carries a load a food. I know that it is supposed to be feed to the refugees, but Synder cooks it up for himself. That's is my chance.
I take a rock from the ground and toss it beside, but not too close to the wagon. The nuns look over towards the noise confused. I take this opportunity to jump on the back of the wagon. There is some type of fabric laying by a bucket of bread. I take that fabric and cover me so the guards nor nuns know that I am there.
The wagon starts slowing down. They must have passed the Refuge's gates. The wagon halts to complete stop. Oh no! I did not think that far. "Thank you for the food Sister Mary." I hear a guard's voice say.
"Anything we can do to bless those troubled children." The nun said, which I'm guessing is Sister Mary. The guard takes the bucket and barrels of food off. I felt the wagon rise without the wait of all that grub. I know it's going to go to Synder's own personal all you can eat buffet.
The wagon starts to move again. If I stay on it I'll miss my chance to see Crutchie. I slow pull back the fabric covering me, so the nuns don't hear me. They are turning around to head back out of the gates. I see a stack of barrels and boxes that I can hide against. While the wagon makes its turn I hop off quickly an scurry over to that stack and hide behind it.
The wagon leaves and the guards close the gates. Great, now how am I supposed to leave? Maybe they didn't lock the gates. Yeah, if I remember correctly the guards don't carry a set of keys. Perfect. Now that I now I can leave safely, I can continue with my plan. (It is not much a plan as it is just me making up things as I go.)
There is a fire escape. It's the way to see him. Only problem with that though is that some guard is standing close by it.
I look around me for something that can help me out. My fingers trace a old wooden board. I could use this in a way sorta like a base ball bat. I've punched Delanceys before I'm sure I can knock out some old 40 something.
I take my skirt and tuck the edge to my waist. That way I can run freely away from him if this plan doesn't work. I tighten my laces on my boots so I trip on the laces. I can't let this fail.
Slowing walking towards the man hoping he doesn't notice me even though I am standing out in the middle for him to see me. I hush my foot steps. But one thing I did not count on was a brick. That brick tripped me and I fell to the ground with a huge thump. Let's just say he noticed me.
"What the hell?" He muttered. He is most likely shocked that a girl appeared out of nowhere. "Surprising. I know." I scowl out at him. He starts running at me. I pick my self off my the ground and charge him. I swing the wooden board at lighting speed to his head. He falls down to the ground. Oh my! I just assaulted a grown man. That is so different that kicking Morris and Oscar Delancey.
I drop the wooden board and look around to be positive that no one else was there. I kick the guy's side to make sure that he is knocked out cold.
I get in the fire escape and climb up the floor where they keep the kids locked up. It has bars on the windows so I know it's the one. The candles are lit, I can tell by the little bit of light seeping through the cheap white curtains.
I wiggle my fist in between the iron bars and pound on the glass. Nothing happens for 8 seconds. I count because I am nervous. There is a tug on the curtains. Someone must be back there.
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Stray on Strike
FanfictionThis is the sequel to The Only Girl Newsie. You should read that one first, but I'm not the boss of you. Go ahead be rebellious. Anyways back to the book. Stray's life is prefect. She's got her friends. She has her boyfriend. She has got a job that...