Chapter 3 - Escape from the Cold
Marcus grabbed a tactical go-bag from beneath his bed, stuffing the laptop inside.
He threw a warm beanie over Leo's head and handed him a heavy winter jacket.
"We have to play a game, buddy," Marcus said, trying to keep his voice steady.
"We have to be ghosts, completely invisible to the bad guys."
Leo nodded bravely, still clutching his inhaler in his small hand.
Heavy footsteps suddenly echoed in the hallway outside their front door.
Marcus recognized the synchronized tread of a police tactical unit.
They weren't here to ask questions; they were here to silence them both permanently.
Marcus led Leo toward the fire escape window at the back of the apartment.
He pushed the frozen sash upward, the rusted metal groaning in protest.
A loud crash shook the apartment as the front door was kicked off its hinges.
"Clear the rooms!" a muffled voice shouted from the living room.
Marcus pushed Leo out onto the fire escape and climbed out after him.
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The biting Chicago wind immediately tore through their clothes.
They began the treacherous descent into the dark, snow-covered alleyway below.
