Angelica ran as if her life depended on it. After all it did. She could hear the two goons who where chasing her now as she ducked down the corner. Her arm was on fire as she held it trying to keep pressure on it. They had managed to get a lucky shoot of and catch her in the arm. She held the camera in her weak arm as she ducked down another ally. She had been running from the Columbians for several blocks now it seemed. She had pictures on her camera that showed Edward Easton a powerful business man meeting with known drug dealers at one of his construction sites. Mr. Easton had always been believed to be behind many of the criminal enterprises in Florida but no one could ever prove it.
She could here them gaining. She looked around the alley. She saw an open dumpster. It was her only chance she thought as she dove in. Pulling herself in with her good arm. She fell into the trash thinking god it wasn’t full of broken glass or something. She slide to the other side which the lid was still down and she quickly began to grab some of the trash bags and cover herself. It smelled to high heaven but it was better then being dead she thought. Just as she was finished she heard footsteps only a few yards away.
She tried her best to take short calm breaths as she heard them talking in Spanish. Her heart jumped as she heard the lid to the dumpster open. Then he said something to his partner and they kept going down the alley. When she could no longer hear there footsteps she took a sigh of relief. She waited a little while just sitting there. As bad as it smelled it was as good as anyplace to catch her breath. At least your still breathing she told herself.
She took a deep breath as she began to uncover herself. She tossed the last bag off of herself and slowly peeked out of the dumpster looking back down the alley. They where gone. She sighed in relive as she began to climb out of the dumpster. Her foot hooked a bag as it came out and fell on the ground. She slide down and landed flat on her ass. As she sat up a bottle of Tylenol rolled towards her. She grabbed the bottle and shook it lightly. There where a few left. They would have to do till she could make it to the hospital. She opened the bottle and took them all then tossed the empty bottle aside. She slowly stood and began to walk when she felt her arm began to tingle. Slowly the pain began to fade and then suddenly she felt something. She pulled her shirt she had used as a bandage up as she saw the bullet. Slowly it pushed out of her body and then fell to the ground. She wondered what that was about. Maybe the muscles pushed it out she thought she was no doctor. She took off toward the parking garage where she had parked her car a few blocks away. She was glad when she finally made I without incident.
She climbed into the car and checked her bullet wound again. To her surprise it was gone. There was no wound at all. She began to think she was going crazy now. She debated rather are not to go home or to the hospital. Are just take the pictures on in to work. She decided on home. |