He didn’t care. He turned the door handle and pushed the door in. They sat around on musty couches, five members altogether, and her. That’s what mattered.
“Everybody out,” he told them.
“What?” one of the girls asked.
He heard the click of the loading of a pistol.
“Who the hell are you!” an angry guy asked.
The girl he knew put a hand on the angry guy’s arm.
“It’s alright Donnie. He’s…that one,” the girl he knew said.
The Stranger felt disappointed, but this issue and that were different. He took the card from his pocket and held it up.
“You can’t openly speak of this,” he continued, “It’s time to leave.”
“Wait. This, from the guy who’s broken about every law ever made.”
“You need to leave,’ The Stranger repeated.
“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” the guy in the leading chair said, “As you can see, we were perfectly fine until you showed up.”
The Stranger locked eyes with the boy in charge, who in turn smiled sweetly. He was the same. From the beginning this was one big-He looked to his girl.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” she told him.
He sucked in a breath.
“You’re right,” he admitted, “You’ll never get anywhere without me.”
The angry boy laughed and The Stranger walked back out the door.
“Wait,” she said following him.
He continued down the steps.
He stopped to grab her wrist.
“Join me on this date.”
“Hu,” she said.
She let him pull her along as he continued walking down the street. This time, he noticed the eyes peering out at him through the surrounding windows.
“Were going to be late,” he said speeding up.
He might not have known this place, but he knew the nearby construction site and he bet it hadn’t changed in years. A door slammed open as the city agents started pursuit.
“Run!” he told her as they turned onto the main street.
A building behind them exploded, a wave of dust and heat brushed past them.
“Wha-what!” she screamed.
He didn’t bother with an answer. Instead, he gripped her wrist harder as they turned onto the main street, strait for the metal-framed buildings. He knew that she wanted to go back.
“Look at me!” he urged her.
They couldn’t slow down now. They passed between the building columns as bullets were fired after them, ricocheting off the metal bones of the buildings, and they kept on running. He could hear more than one person chasing after them now, but his assumption had been correct. The area had not changed. He slowed his pace and started weaving a path, under the raining sparks of welders, past the tents belonging to homeless, and over heaps of garbage until they had reached the end of the city itself, the wall and their only way out. The grating was still there.
As he approached, he loosened his grip on her wrist and slowed his pace towards it. Remembering. She pulled her arm free and grabbed the back of his jacket with both hands, holding everything in place. There, she started crying.
He felt the breaking, but knew the need, so he took a step. Slowly, he took another, and she followed slowly, slowly. Then they got to the grate and he lifted off the cover. There, he slowly turned and reached out to lift her arm to guide her into the space. Only after she had stepped over the gap, did he help her sit down. Then pulled the darkness over them.