actually September 24, 2013 and now I'm celebrating POST # 500! 😀😎
He ran, darting and weaving across crowded sidewalks as fast as possible without drawing too much attention to himself. Afraid of every shadow and person passed, the man never stopped looking over his shoulder, no matter how many times he saw nothing there.
Avoiding all forms of public and private transportation, he zigzagged and recrossed his path at every opportunity. His head stayed down or turned toward buildings at intersections so his face wouldn’t be recorded by any cameras.
Jesse Frost felt like a hunted animal being relentlessly pursued through the concrete jungle of New York City.
In truth he was but, being unable to tell friend from foe any more, Frost had grown tired of the chase.
It felt like he’d been running forever, but a quick glance at his wristwatch revealed it to be less than an hour.
He wanted his life to be normal again.
Yet the moment he stopped moving, they would catch him and Jesse Frost would die.
The only thing keeping him alive was that they didn’t have the flash drive. He did.
However that was also why they wanted him dead.
It felt like a heavy weight inside his shirt pocket, pounding against his chest with every step.
Frost thought himself in good physical shape, but a lifetime of academic accomplishments and intellectual challenges against today’s events proved him wrong.
As his lungs fought for each precious breath, all Frost wanted was to be home with his wife and family.
Yet the less they knew and the farther away from them he was, hopefully the safer they were.
How could I have been so blind? Jesse asked himself.
There had been plenty of rumors and accusations about Megaplex over the years, but none were ever proven. After all, what big corporation or conglomerate didn’t have the occasional complaint or suspicion hurled against it? All Jesse ever cared about professionally was staying employed to maintain a roof over his family’s head and keeping the bills paid on time.
But now...
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