T.K. watched in silence as Angel came out of his room, carrying his bag. "Going on another run?" T.K. asked. He and Angel's grew into a big brother and little brother like status. They really had more in common than they thought they would.

Angel nodded, "Yeah, and this one's very important."

"Yeah, yeah. Say, can I come?" T.K. asked, hopping off of the couch.

Angel froze up. Was it good to bring a kid that he barely knew onto his drug trips. "I don't know T, this really isn't something that a minor should be accompanying and overlooking my job." He answered.

T.K. rolled his eyes, "Angel, I'll be thirteen in a month. It will be worthwhile to go with you to learn the tricks of the trade from you.

Angel sighed. The boy had been cooped up in this duplex for two days. It would help that he would get some fresh air. "Ugh, alright. You can come with me, but DO NOT say anything, just watch," Angel ordered.

T.K. saluted him, "Aye, aye, captain!"

T.K. put on his sweatpants, shoes, hoodie, and headband, and the two headed out the door. The walk took ten minutes as they finally stopped in front a large abandoned warehouse. T.K. advanced towards the door, but Angel stopped him. "T.K., remember about what I said: no talking, only listening," Angel reminded. T.K. nodded as he slid two of his fingers across his mouth in a zipping motion.

Angel procceeded to knock a secret message on the door. A few seconds later, the door opened, showing a big, hulking man. T.K. gulped at the sight of the huge beast. "Angel, what's been good," The giant greeted, pulling Angel in for a bro hug.

"Oh nothing, Kutter. Just here to sell some merch to your boss. That's all," Angel responded, patting Kutter's back.

Kutter took a look towards T.K. and raised an eyebrow, "Uh, sorry Ang'. The kid can't come through."

"No worries, Kut. The kid's totally legit. You and the others won't even know that he's there," Angel reassured.

Kutter took a worried look, but dismissed it as he stepped aside and let the two in.

The warehouse had a desolate atmosphere. There empty boxes everywhere, some open and some unopened. In the middle was a man who was built similar to Angel. At his side he had two bodyguards, just in case. The man slowly clapped, "Well, well, well. If it the Angel of the motherload."

"Good to see you too, Jango. Still cutting yourself daily?' Angel snarked.

Jango frowned at that remarkef as the two stared each other down. After an eternity, the two laughed and came together for a hug. "Still a joker, I see?" Jango asked, patting Angel's back.

"Well, how else I'm suppose defend myself?' Angel answered, patting Jango's back as well.

"True, true," Jango stated, pulling away from Angel. He then look towards T.K. and gave a confused look. "Who dis?" Jango pried, jabbing a thumb towards T.K.'s direction.

"Oh, him? He's cool, man. Don't worry about him," Angel reassured.

Jango nodded slowly, "Alright, cool. Shall we get down to business?"

"Yes. T.K. go over there until we finished." Angel instructed.

T.K. nodded and walked over to the corner where he could see Angel and Jango, but not the door. The deal went smoothly as T.K. became bored and took out his G.S. He caught glimpse of what Angel had been selling: it was small, white, and covered in plastic. T.K. shook the bad thoughts from his head and continue playing.

"There right there in your hand is the fiinest cocaine ever spawned from Colombia," Angel explained, counting his money.

Jango smirked and nodded, "Right you are, Angel. This is a start of a beautiful relatio-"

CRASH! THUD!

"Freeze! Everyone, put your hands in the air!" A police officer screamed.

T.K. paused the game and looked up. There were six officers in the warehouse, but luckliy for him, they didn't see him as they came in. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but he could tell that things were about to get ugly. "I need to do something, quick! Maybe if I could sneak around on those boxes" T.K. whispered.

He climbed up on the boxes slowly. When he reached the top, he looked back down to see if he was noticed. Nope, the cops was still focusing on Angel and the others. T.K. kept going until he reached the edge on the other side. There was a door at the bottom, so he hanged himself and let go, dropping to the ground with minimum noise. He snuck to the door and opened it quickly. He rushed outside and looked to his left towards the front; there were six police cars as a couple more cops got out and went through the front door.

He looked to his right and saw a gray box on the side of the building. Smiling, he dashed towards it and opened it. It was a fuse box with five labels for every room in the warehouse. A huge red one was marked: Main power. T.K. switched it to the off side and heard the generator power down. With that deed done, he went back to the door only to burst open as Angel dashed out. He looked to his left and right before spotting T.K. "Come on, run!" Angel shouted, tossing T.K. his backpack.

The two rushed down the street, taking shortcuts, skillfully besting every obstacle in their way, and stealthily sneaking through buildings. Later, the two stopped to catch their breaths. "Did you knock out the power?" Angel asked tiredly.

T.K. nodded.

"Wow, you are one sneaky lil' man," Angel praised.

T.K. beated his chest with one fist, "I take pride in my work, brah. So, what do we do now?"

Angel paused and think about the situation at hand. He didn't want to bring T.K. with him to prison. The worst that they can do is send him to juvie. There's only one thing to do, but he didn't like it. "We have to split," Angel stated.

"WHAT! No, I'm not leaving you," T.K. argued.

Angel grew angry, "T.K., we don't have time for this. If they catch us, I'll go to jail for god knows how long, and you'll to juvenile detention until you're eighteen. Besides, it's best for you to head back to wherever you came from.

T.K. thought long and hard about this. Angel is right, they can't keep running together. Also, he does have all he needed to end Leemick right where she stand.

"T.K.!" Angel exclaimed as sirens began to wail in the distance.

"Alright, alright! What do I need to do?" T.K. inquired.

Angel motioned him to follow him to an alley where they came across a manhole. Placing his bag down, Angel unzipped it and took out a crowbar. With a thrust, Angel proceeded to push down, lifting the cover from the hole. T.K. flinched as the sewage stank assaulted his nose. "Well, get in," Angel ordered. T.K. hung his shirt over his nose and climbed down. Angel followed suit and closed the manhole behind him. "Alright, lil' man, I guess this is where we part," Angel started, hosting his bag over his shoulders.

T.K. looked down to the ground in sadness. "Yeah, I guess your right," T.K. responded.

Angel kneel down to his eye level, "Look, I know it sucks but the more I'm around you, the more danger I put you through."

T.K. nodded.

"One more thing, I'm serious about going back to your town and putting that foster mother behind bars. If you don't then more kids could be at risk, and you'll regret it for the rest of your life," Angel warned, standing back up.

"Alright, I'll do it! For the kids," T.K. promised.

Angel smirked as he holded his fist out, "See ya."

T.K. returned it, "See ya."

Angel looked back and firmly grasp his bag. With one final look to T.K., he jogged down the sewer before taking a left, disappearing from T.K.'s view. All alone again, T.K. hosted his own bag and jogged in the opposite direction. Hours laters, the poor boy couldn't take the smell anymore, so he found the ladder up to street level and climbed out.

He founded himself far from the city, only finding a parking lot and a bus bench. He looked up, the sun was setting and there was a ton of dark clouds gathering for a large storm. Having no other choice, T.K. advanced towards the bus bench and laid down. Raindrops began to pour as the boy covered himself with a blanket. "Pops, Lincoln, anyone, please...take me away from this," T.K. thought as he went to sleep while a single tear escaped from his eye.

Author's Note: One step closer. Hope you enjoyed this story, peeps. Review, favorite, and follow.

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