From the Journals of Ezekiel Tyrus

On the Run:

The light passed over the bushes. Was my cover blown? No; it moved to a different area. But the van slowed to a halt. The light shut off and I saw the door open. As the door slammed shut I rolled farther into the bushes, using their noise to cover my own. A man wearing jeans walked around, looking through the bushes. I controlled my breathing. Any noise could give me away now. The man in jeans walked down the street a bit. He couldn't find me, so he returned to the van. They moved down the street to where they thought Gatlin must be hiding. I waited for the house next to me to come between the van and I. When it did, I took off full speed down the street in the other direction towards the main road. As I jogged down the sidewalk of the street, I could see their searchlight looking around from across the block. As I walked in towards the Maverick, the searchlight beamed through the yards and shined right on me. The van slowed. I ran behind the car wash and waited. No sign of the van. I made my way around the car wash and hid behind the dumpsters. The van pulled around the corner and stopped next to the bins. There was no way I was escaping this time. My only chance was if the man in the jeans didn't get out this time. And he didn't. They drove away, leaving me huddled in the darkness. I made my way down the street where I was reunited with Gatlin and the others. We were ghosting our way across the city park when I saw the lights of the van coming down the street. I yelled at everybody to get moving as I ran full speed down the hill to the tennis courts with Gat right on my heels. I had made it this far and I wasn't going to get caught now. Gat and I sprinted across the street and through Josh's property. As we rounded the corner of the opera house, the van came down the street behind us. But we had made it. We reached our destination without getting caught. We were victorious!