Young doyle was on the patrol, for food. Fifteen year old doyle blackwell was hungry, really hungry. Right now he had his eye on this street vendor cart. It was filled to the brim with fruits and vegtables. There was this what appeared to be russian man in front of him. If only he can surpass this man he will have a full stomach to sleep with tonight. Doyle sneaked past the russian in a sec. He got a bunch of fruits and vegetables in front of the russian dude and he didn't even flinch. Maybe he was stupid enough to see a robbery not even two feet away from him and do nothing. I ran and as I looked back I saw him staring at me. Two blocks away I hid in an alley way only to see some one so familiar yet not so much, the russian guy. He smiled at me and I smiled nervously at him. Was he going to hurt me , hard to tell. " Hello boy, I believe we have not been properly introduced. I am Leonadis Van Rook. and you?" I shifted slightly. This man was diffrent than the rest. He did not come with an machete threatening me for dead. No he was kind."D..Doyle Blackwell" I stammbered. He smiled at me and kneeled down to by height level. " Why don't you come with me and you become whats the word.. partners?" I was speechless. Not only was he kind but offered me partnership. I hoped that came with free food and shelter." Ok , Mr .Van Rook. but is food included?" I said. " Yes, all the food you want. We will treat you like family" When I heard the word 'we' I wondered what that meant but let it slide. So I followed the man or Van Rook to a corner and was lifted by him while flying with the jet pack. It was awesome. I am sure going to like it with this guy.
