Quentin ran, scrabbling over walls & climbing fences to escape his adversary. The Italian hadn’t expected to get caught stealing pharmaceutical drugs, in fact it should’ve been an easy take. He hasn’t been paying full attention to the environment & realised too late that it was a setup.
Shoving himself through a narrow opening between two buildings, he sidled quickly to the opposite side, a slew of curses spouting out his mouth when his chasers cut him off.
Desperate & heavy panting clouded the air of the cold, dreary afternoon. Legs shook & lungs heaved for oxygen. Quentin took his chances & risked being shot to claw & pull himself up to the rooftops.
Ducking when several bangs echoed, the fugitive dashed off, putting almost 3 blocks between himself & the rival gang. Maybe next time he won’t go into foreign territory, possibly lay low.
Quentin made it around the corner onto his own gang’s turf, stopping dead in his tracks when a few Judges stepped into his path. Damn they must’ve seen him take the drugs or they were dispatched to deal with the gangs.
“ Ya'know it’s kinda early ta’ be around here know what I’m sayin’ man? I mean I’m not disrepectin’ you I’m just tryin’ ta’ get by before I get my ass handed ta’ me capiscé?”
The Judges looked up when they heard the shouts of the people coming after Quentin, taking the distraction as opportunity the guy sped off, ignoring the annoyed calls of the cops. Using a hidden path between the buildings, Quentin handed off the bag to one of his friends & sprinted the opposite direction. He doesn’t want to attract unwanted attention.
The abrupt appearance of armour clad squad of people has the Italian skidding to a stop, they resemble SWAT teams. Cornered in alley & outnumbered, he attempts to flee via a fire escape. Failing to do so when shot in the leg with what seemed to be drugged sleep darts.
“Ya’ gotta be…. shittin’ me man that ain’t fair….playing dirty with—….With ya’ sleepin’ doohickey.”
It’s dark, too dark. He can’t see a damn thing. Quentin doesn’t remember how he got there or what happened before, he knows this routine. Or is familiar with it. Every thing coming up blank except for the suffocating darkness & the sensation of floating. He knows he’s in a small space, his hair is soaked & body shivering.
“ C¥L∅N. SUßJ€CT 1Ø. ID•68654 has been identified. Where did you find him this time?"
"Running with the street rats."
Recognizing the voices, Quentin is seized with fear, he knows what they mean. Pain & exhaustion & neverending nightmares.
Quentin panicked. Banging his fists against whatever he could reach which wasn't easy when being suspended in a....a deprivation tank!
"He's awake ready the tests & we can begin."
Feeling his mind slipping & the oppressive black around him beginning to engulf his body. The Italian's shouts increased.
" Per favoré! Per favoré no!"
A flash of fiery agony overwhelmed him.
"Input the Release Code."
