"His feet quickly worked its way up the staircase leading out of the subway. Finding himself bathed in the blinding evening sun, he took a moment to plan his next move. Already he had traveled half way across london to escape the team of detectives hot on his trail. Everytime he thought he had escaped the clutches of the famed detectives of scotland yard, he found them blocks away trying to catch up with him. So far his wits and the advantage of secrecy has kept him out of the reach of the long arms of justice.
He contemplated on whether to take a cab or a bus. A cab would be able to bring him to one of the bridges on the river thames where he could hitch a ride on a underground boat ride up or down the river. Of course this ride was only accessable by a 'black' ticket, which he had taken a great deal of effort, not to mention the sacrifices of a few colleagues, to obtain. It was not to be used wantonly.
He knew this would be a risky move for surely the detectives would anticpate such a move! They must know that if he succeeded then it would mean that he was way out of their reach by then and if they knew, they would take the necessary precautions or even lay a trap to capture him.
The safer option would be to take the bus further into that sector of the city. He wouldn't be physically very far from the detectives but at least the large numbers of hiding place will cause trouble for the detectives attempting to track him. After a second of thought and always considering himself a gambling man, he decided the risk was worth it.
He quickly flagged down a cab and as it sped down the road, he was quite sure he saw the familar khaki coat of one of the detectives just appearing out of the subway entrance he himself had just been at. He heaved a sigh of relief. For the rest of the journey, he regularly looked around to check he wasn't being followed and just as often he prayed that he would be able to escape. 'Pray, what a weird thing for a criminal of my degree to be doing.,' he thought to himself as one of those ancient looking cathedrals passed by the taxi window.
Arriving at the destination, and after a thorough check of the surroundings, he handed the cab driver the fare, told him to keep the change and alighted. Dusk had just settled upon the city and the air was getting cool. Taking advantage of the poor light condition he approached the stretch of the bank where the boat was waiting. A sleazy hooded man inspected his ticket and allowed him on the boat. Besides himself, only another couple was onboard. He kept to himself as the boat moved down the river.
A light drizzle had begun as he reached the drop off point. He took a step onto the road side pavement and looked around. The street was quiet. He was almost convinced he was safe when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He froze. "Its over." "
Felt inspired by the game last week... haha.. pardon my indulgence:)
