Jet Link put his arm in front of his face, trying to shield his eyes from the headlights' glare, but it did him little good. He pulled out his knife, and hoped he was pointing it in the direction of the car's occupants. "What do you want?!"
"Just calm down." By squinting his eyes, Jet could just barely make out a dark-suited man, who despite having the advantage, had his hands up in the air. "I don't think I'd want to see you lose you temper." He glanced casually at the bloody weapon in Jet's hand.
"That was an accident."
The dark-suited man smiled gently. There was an avuncular air to him, and if Jet wasn't in the situation he was in, he might've almost found him disarming. "Hey, I believe you. And I'm certain that the police will believe a gang member with a criminal record, too."
The sirens were becoming louder. Pretty soon, cops would be everywhere...
"I could take you away from all this," the man mentioned good-naturedly. Jet could barely hear him over the sirens.
He wasn't stupid. He knew it was a trap. But he knew what was waiting for him if the cops got him. This way, he might have a chance. A fool's chance, but a chance nonetheless.
As Jet yanked the car door open, he swore to himself that no matter what, he would escape.
*
Decades later, he was back where it had all started. "And I did, too." he muttered to no one in particular. "It just took me over fifty years to do so."