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Story Title: One goes in, two goes out
Planning on where to go next on our adventure around town and in the forest just outside of town.
We share a map around thinking about where we haven't been.
"What about there?" Mike says pointing to a part of the which the town knows never to go to.
"We can't go there! It's off limits Mike." Frannie said.
"That's why I say we should go, show them there's nothing to be afraid of." Mike grabbed the map and headed off in the direction of the location....
Mike took out a hedge cutter from his backpack and started cutting the fence.
"Mike you're going to get us into trouble!"
"Relax it will be worth it."
"This is a high security government facility, what could possibly justify this?"
"There's a rumor that they have a magical jellybean inside"
"Alright, that sounds awesome."
They broke threw the fence, and the guard tower spotted them. The alarmed sounded.
The figure on the tower shouted down to us, drawing a rifle.
"Stop! Or I'll shoot!"
For a second Frannie wanted to stop. But what would happen if she was caught? Besides there was no way the guard could shoot her from here. Mike hadn’t hesitated at all.
"Mike we have to get out of here! we could be killed!"
Mike looked back, sporting a crazy grin.
"Are you kidding? Whatever they have locked up here must be AMAZING. Besides if they catch you they’ll tell your mom and then-"
Frannie gulped, and kept running
Her cousin, lightening fast, whipped ahead and out of site.
The stranger with the rifle had moved from the roof in what her frantic mind assured her was fervent and now deadly pursuit.
The girl tasted salty tears running down her own sweaty cheeks, she stopped hands on knees to heave in shaking breath. Mike's knackered Reebox rounded a sharp brick walled corner.
Legs flying, Fannie finally caught up to the boy; half tucked through an aluminium drain.
The boy turned wide eyed and sweaty.
"Fran, follow me."
"Who's there!" A gruff tone bellowed.
Frannie's torso spun in a panicked attempt to locate the source. The search met only with the forest own tall winter pines and ugly metal barb.
Her cousin was gone.
Desperate; the stout girl's fists clenched, she tucked her neck