He didn't know why there were after or him, or why the got his parents, all he knew, was that they had found him. The house shook as the hover crafts landed outside the old, abandoned shack. The sound of boots hitting the road outside as the men pounded towards the shack, surrounding it.

'You will come out with your hands above your head' shouted a woman wearing a visor over her right eye as she pointed her rifle towards the front door. 'You will come out with your hands above you head' She paused for a moment, taking a few steps towards the door. 'You WILL come out with your hands above your head; you WILL then lie down on the ground' she moved closer again, and so did her men.

He was panicking as he got his things together grabbing everything he could before standing opposite the window in the second floor room, he braced himself against the wall. And he waited.

'On the order the of Secretary of Defence and Justice you are law bound to come outside; NOW!'
'I don't think he's coming out Sir…' The solider next to her said.
'Ohh really, you don't think he's coming do you! Of course he isn't… but there are certain formalities…' She paused of a moment as all went quiet, and then breaking the silence; she screamed. 'MOVE IN! GO GO GO GO!'

At that order the soldiers rushed towards the shack from all sides, their boots smacking against the road, the sound of doors and windows breaking simultaneously. He knew this was the moment, if there was any chance of escape, it was now. He needed to get just enough of a head start, then he knew he'd get away. So he pushed off from the wall and threw himself out of the window, all he needed was five seconds when he hit the floor, just five seconds of a head start then he'd be away. The time before he hit floor seemed to drag, for minutes. It was the slowest moment of his whole life.

By this time the soldiers had turned around and had opened fire. Their superheated slugs of metal rushing past him, but he didn't notice, he didn't care, all he was worried about was landing feet first on the ground. And he did. As soon as his red trainers hit the road he stumbled for a fraction of a second the weight of his back pack offsetting him. But then he regained his footing on the solid, concrete ground and in just over five seconds he hit the speed of sound, and was just a dot in the distance.

'Secretary of Defence, Sir…' she said as she put her hand to hear ear. 'He got away, Project Sonic is still active'