<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Desi Krist Tere</span><br/>Location: gas station, Wellington<br/>With: Marcus, hiding at gas station<br/><br/>Her eyes canvased the street that ran along the gas station, hoping for no one or nothing to show up unexpected as Marcus took a look. She grasped the handle of their gym bag keeping it close to her body, securing it. The loud shuffling across the lot startled Desi, her head shot to the corner of the building she hid at. Voices shot out into the silence like a gun, their conversation was clear and precise.<br/><br/><strong>“Step right out where I can see you. I’m not going to shoot, but I’m taking no chances either. Are you alone?”</strong>Sounded like a female, Desi was sure she felt authority or strength. A familiar sort of person, almost reminding her of the days she often trespassed on private property. The urge to fly out and stop Marcus fled her mind, almost wanting to keep him from getting shot.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm not alone, I have a young girl following me. I'm not telling you where she is held up, I can't take a chance with her"</strong>Desi cringed, Marcus had already planned for her not to get caught.<em>Shit,</em>she thought, Desi couldnt help wanting to keep him from standing out there alone. Despite what she wanted Desi decided against coming out from behind the building and into the parking lot.<br/><br/>The two continued to exchange words but Desi rattled her brain with ideas on how to keep from being seen. She couldnt risk moving around the building in case he came looking for her and the woman might have people in the building. The pickle Desi felt was unbearable, all she could do was wait and listen.