Hello, dear readers. As much as I enjoyed writing this, I'm afraid this will be the last chapter for quite some time. I hope you enjoyed it.
But if things go right, maybe there will be new chapters soon... it depends. The main reason why I can't continue is that I'm too busy and I don't have time to revise as much as I'd like.
Also, is anyone here interested in being my beta reader (or a writing partner)? (Not just fan-fiction.) Strong grasp of grammar preferred. :)
Chapter 5
He slept in there until the next morning. It was risky, but he was too scared to abandon his hideout. What if they had been waiting for him, patrolling the place?
However, the following day changed his attitude. He reasoned that whoever those guys were, they certainly wouldn't stand around for eternity. They must have surmised he had left Parker Square.
Yet before he drove out, he checked the spoils of the little operation. The phone sitting on the passenger's seat. A neat gadget similar to his. There was something mystic about it. He had never stolen anything. This was new. Bitter, confounding and frightening.
Then the memories of the recent ordeal kicked him hard. Had the vigilante really died in front of him?
However, he promptly reminded himself of his mission. He had to reclaim his van and his life with it. He couldn't run away now. He was too deep in this mess.
Bringing the device up from its idle state, Bob noticed it had several missed calls, spanning over a limited time frame starting roughly around the moment of his escape.
He tinkered with it for a few minutes. There were so many oddly named applications, but his curiosity was piqued by messages and the contact list. Before he could have investigated these, it began ringing right in his hands.
Panic permeated his mind, though reason whispered to him afterwards. He had an ace up his sleeve. A solid lead he so desperately wanted. It was offered to him on a silver plate. He merely had to pick it up.
So he did.
And his whole world changed. He just didn't realize it outright.