Life of a Street Kid ☑️

Chapter 22

We were at the edge of the woods near the abandoned building. I placed my bag on the ground knowing it would only get in the way of the plan. I had already made a deal with the boy, Michael, that if he helped me get into the building with my weapons still on me I'd let him go. 

What he didn't like was that he was going to escort me as a prisoner, his prisoner. I started tying my hands in a rope to make it look authentic. I also tied my feet for added effect. Michael kept looking at the building then at me nervously.

"What if they figure it out? What if they find out I was helping you? What if I can't get you in without being suspicious? How are you going to get out? How am I?" He started to pace the line of the woods.

"Do like we planed and nothing will go wrong. Leave everything after that up to me. Anything goes wrong I'll make sure they don't know you were involved. Okay?" He nodded and tried to calm down.

"I'm ready. Are you?" I asked.

"As much as I'll ever be."

"Let's go." I pushed him in front of me to get him going. 

We walked out of the woods with me following him. He tried to put on a confident face as I pretend to look miserable. He looked at me one more time for reassurance. Instead I looked at him with a look to keep going. He looked forward again.

Two people were in the front guarding the building. They came towards us when they realized we were there. One of them came over to me while the other went towards Michael. 

"What do we have here, Jack? A boy and his prisoner what are we going to see next a mouse chasing a cat?" The boys laughed.

Michael spoke up seeming to have his feathers ruffled, "You see this guy? Guess what, he's the one that your group has been looking for. The one they want to rematch." His voice came out straight and smooth. Not bad.

"Is that so? This puny punk is the one that has everyone riled up. Now why do you think that we buy this? He can't be more then half the size of one of the bosses. You expect me to believe he's the one causing all the trouble."

I saw Michael swallow hard trying to figure out what to say. I helped him out. The one guard was close enough to me for me to head butt. The boy fell back a few steps. It gave Michael time to come up with something. 

"I'd say watch out he's a wild one but I guess you figured that out. Like I was saying he's the one you've been looking for." The one on the floor came up to me ready to fight. I got ready to break my shackles as Michael stepped in front of me. "If this guy is the one you've been looking for, your bosses aren't going to like it if he's already has been ruffed up. And if you don't believe this is the guy, one of you two can go ask your boss or you can let us in." one of the guards turned to leave. 

"I bet your boss won't want to be bothered to come out here to do a job you should be capable of." Michael taunted. the guard turned back hesitatingly. "He's the one trust me. He's in the right clothes, same hat, same shirt, and same pants. He fits the original description damn it. Probably thought we wouldn't think he'd go back to his other clothes." The guards looked at each other.

"If this guy is actually the one how did you get a hold of him?" I was so happy we went through this part. Michael was starting to be suspicious by rambling.

"I saw him in the market today. He thought he was so sly hiding in the crowd but I spotted him. I waited for him to leave and when he was turning a corner I knocked him out. Then I tied him up and walked his sorry butt over here. Gave me some problems so I tied his feet to his hand to make sure I wouldn't have any more." Michael sounded proud of his accomplishments. To the guards it probably seemed like he was bragging but I knew it was because he remembered everything I told him to say.