It was a hot summers' day and a kid's favorite time to be on vacation, however, it wasn't fun for the exploited children at The Centre in Birmingham, Alabama. But this day, it would all change.
"Stop him, he's headed for the exit." One of the guards shouted into his walkie talkie. Loud blares of sirens sounded, red flashes of light occurred at every hallway.
A young boy, probably around 16, skidded down a hall as two big men came from opposite corners. "Got--ugh," the two men grabbed each other and fell to the ground. The boy used his stalf to jump over the unconscience bodies, and he was nearly out.
"Not-so-fast." A rather tall and skinny man stepped into the door way. "You think you're so clever don't you. Well you're only one of the cleverest here, if you go back to your room I'll make sure that no one will remember this," the boy looked straight at the man through his black sunglasses. He was stricken with fear and couldn't move, the tall man took advantage of this and slowly walked toward him. A strong gust of wind picked up and the tall man was knocked off his feet, as the boy made his escape.
Off he ran and the tall man got up. A young woman dressed in a black dress looked disgusted to the two big men who were just getting up. She walked over to the tall man, which to her in her high heeled shoes he didn't seem too tall.
"What happened here," she questioned him angrily.
"It was EX626, he's escaped." The woman scowled at him.
"A 16 year old boy! You men are pathetic, if he tells anyone what we do here we'll all be finished." She shouted at him.
"What do you order me to do?"
Thinking that it would be obvious, her scowl turned more evilly. "Get your men out there, AND FIND HIM!"