H3XAGON KILL3R

Charlie rounded the corner that led towards the bike path. He had noticed the exit when Don and he had left the prison and knew he could find his way out. Besides, the path gave some solitude and cover. Looking back Charlie caught Terry's car inch closer to him. He knew Don well enough to know that he wouldn't have let him go without someone watching him. Unfortunately that was exactly opposite of what Charlie wanted.

Pedaling faster he rushed into the cover of the bike path. He swore he heard the screech of brakes and knew Terry had seen him disappear. Sorry Don, he thought as he raced past the greenery of the path, I need to do this myself.


" Eppes," Don answered on his cell phone.

" Don, it's Terry. Charlie's disappeared."

" What do you mean disappeared!" Don exclaimed his heart jumping to his throat, " When? How?"

" He rounded the corner and disappeared down the bike path," Terry replied her voice ebbed with caution.

" Alright," Don replied, " I'll be right there."

Before Terry could reply Don ended the call. Jumping up he ran out of the office and straight to his car. Tearing out of the parking lot a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. HOW could Terry allow Charlie to get away? Where was he going? What was Charlie thinking?

Don tried to calm himself. Charlie is a grown man, he thought to himself, and he's is definitely not stupid. But where is he going? In minutes Don parked in front of the bike path entrance. It took him seconds to catch up with Terry who had already headed down the trail.

" Did you find him?" Don asked even though he knew better.

" No, but the tracks show he's headed west," Terry replied looking at the ground.

A look of confusion crossed Don's face. The trail west didn't lead anywhere. It just circled back and joined the rest of the trail.

" Why would Charlie be heading west?" he voiced out loud.

Terry shook her head, " I know. There's nothing down there except the prison exit."

" What?" Don said jumping internally, " What did you say?"

" There's nothing down there except the prison exit," Terry replied confused, " I've ridden down there once or twice."

" Come on!" Don yelled grabbing her hand and whirling her down the path, " I think I know where he's going!"

As he and Terry got into his car, Don prayed silently that he was wrong.


Charlie hadn't been down this part of the bike path. The terrain was definitely not worn down, and he was out of breath from pedaling so fast. He had no idea why he was doing this or why he didn't have Don come with him.

Suddenly a crack of wood caught his attention. Charlie hit the brakes hard, stood up, and listened. The woods were silent again but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Cautiously he started pedaling again. A few seconds later the sound of wood echoed again.

Charlie stopped and called out, " Who's there?"

The sound of footsteps was audible now, and they were getting closer. Driven by adrenaline Charlie pedaled faster. Yet no matter how fast he moved the footsteps seemed closer and closer. Suddenly they stopped. Looking back Charlie saw a sight that made his heart jump in his throat. Standing in the middle of the path was a masked man. In his hand was a gun, aimed at Charlie.

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