The heavy snow flew against my face as I was running. I dropped my carbine rifle and my pistol. Gunshots came from behind me and I still kept on running. I kept trying to process what had happened back there, Michael was dead and Brad was dead too. Someone had to snitched to the Feds! Someone just had to have, it all made sense!
''It was that fucking driver! Local shitty fucking driver must've talked, but got himself killed in all that shit!'' I thought to myself.
What would I do now? There wasn't a team anymore, chances are Lester would be in hiding after he figured out what happened soon enough, no team, no nothing.
I turned around to see no one chasing me. The blizzard must have made them stop the chase. I pulled up my green hood to stop the snow crawl up my neck. I started panting and soon enough I fell down to the snow. It didn't feel like it, but tears came out of my eyes. I just still couldn't process what had gone down.
''Fuck, fuck, fuck! Fucking pricks! Cock sucking pigs!'' I yelled to myself.
The snow fell down on my face and I could see two figures standing over me, Michael and Brad. ''Michael…? Brad?'' I murmured to myself. I blinked and suddenly they were gone, just gone. ''NO! Fuck!'' I yelled, I got up and started running once more.
I needed to get out of North Yankton.