the chase

The Chasefrom the view of the chased Leaving the jewelry store at a
rather accelerated pace, a common, plain-clothed man with a parcel
tucked under his arm jumped into his white, slightly dirtied Ford Bronco.
He then hurriedly concealed the package under the front passenger seat
making certain to prevent it from being seen from people passing by. He
then tore out of the parking lot attempting to avoid drawing attention to
himself or his accompanying bundle. He knew it would only be a matter
of minutes before the police would be on his trail and he couldn't have
them catching him so he would have to make certain he covered all his
tracks and make it as difficult as he could for his pursuants as he could.
For starters he had to dispose of this car and acquire his new
transportation; a new model Corvette conveniently located in a
pre-arranged spot just behind the rail road tracks near Market St. at I-15.
Efficiently he removed all traceable evidence of his existence from the
Bronco. Now heading in the opposite direction he was originally going,
he and his package continued the chase already in progress. Entering
onto the interstate he planned on obtaining a very large lead on his
pursuists furthering his immunity from an almost inevitable prison cell,
where he almost certainly would end up if apprehended. At this very
quick speed he increased his lead and put himself out of danger. After
half an hour, he exited in a conspicuous place where his hide-out was
located. "They'll never catch me in here," he thought. Getting out
of the car, he cautiously made sure no one was looking as he took his
package into his hide-out. Opening it he realized he'd been bugged.
They had placed a small tracking device inside one of the rings he'd
stolen. "How could they possibly have uncovered my meticulously,
elaborate plan. No one even had a clue about the details . . . except for
Thomas. Darn that rotten, selfish feign. How dare he get greedy and sell
out on me." He reasons that with little time to spare, he'd be better off
cutting his losses by leaving the package of jewels behind and trying to
escape and save his own butt. Running out to his car he sees the police

cars turning off the exit. "Ah!, there's no time, I'd better make a run for it!"
He trots off into the trees while police get out of their cars and start
chasing him through the wooded obstacle course. He feels his heart beat
at such a rate that it nearly popped right out of his chest. "They're closing
in, what am I going to do?" As his breaths grow fainter he starts losing
his distance and before he knew it they had him on the ground and in no
time had his hands cuffed, and with no energy left to fight, he quickly
surrendered giving no resistance whatsoever.