Flynn sat against the nearest tree, the fire lighting the open area. His head rested against the back of the tree. He glanced down at a small gash he had recieved running through the forest's thick underbrush. He touched it, testing it's pain when a cracking was heard, followed by a few more. Flynn sat up, slowly pushing to his feet. He went still, listening. That's when he heard it.
Barking.
The rustling was now cracking as the tracker dogs closed in, "Everyone!" Flynn growled, "Go!" Flynn pushed forward, yanking Ana, Ginger, and the rest to their feet before pushing then towards the depths of the forest. "Head for Jamestown and go to the East end." He whispered, pulling Ana back. "Lead them, there will be an old cabin. Stay there until I..someone can find you " he whispered harshly. "Im fast, they don't stand a chance, but don't stop until you reach the cabin, got it?" He didn't wait dor ananswer, "here." He slipped his large pocket knife from his pocket, "My prized knife. Use it if necessary. It's a promise that I'll be back, now go." He turned the barking was loud.
He took off towards the barking, his legs pumping back and fourth as he passed the trail the dogs and cops followed, catching their attention. "We got one!" They yelled, turning to follow him. Flynn felt sure he would be fine, until he heard the clicking of leashes. The dogs had been let off. Fear set in as Flynn sped up, but it was no use. The large hounds pounced, taking him down, tearing at his clothes. Only one managed to wound his arm as the cops pulled them off, pulling Flynn up to his knees, pulling huts and around his back and hand cuffing them. Flynn didn't fight, as they pulled him to his feet, leading him away from the scene, and to his luck, back to his hometown. He didn't remember most ofctge trip, his exhaustion kicking in. By the time he woke up he was in an interrogation room, his hands cuffed.
