Two

The next morning with the clouds and a shivering weather, Bruce woke up with Jane pulling his leg saying that there appears to be a place ahead where they had spent the night. Bruce felt sleepy, almost and helped himself get on his feet. They had slept through the night in something that's able to sleep under, an exact rock-cave but is not fully developed and on the edge of it there raise fresh green grass. A piece of open land for recreational use. The cave's wet with raindrops but Bruce managed to rest setting a chromatic color tent under it in which they had used their backpacks as pillows, which Jane had for her own use but they both had to sleep in it together because the ground was too uncomfortable and cold. At that moment, Bruce had felt a drop of innocence in his blood and could feel Jane's left hand and forearm on his. Few moments were slightly awkward then and later when they had awoken up. Bruce got up with the help of his arms and foot and exited the cave. He set his eyes towards something that seemed to be a

camp but has its distance, It's far ahead but they are higher above them. Bruce could barely see it 'cause it's far and his eyes were so blurred for which he did not get enough of rest. "Do you see it?" Jane points to Bruce in occasion of the might-a-camp place. "Uh uh, Do you think it's there's? It's the direction where they were takin' us." Bruce replies raising his hand over to cover his eyes against the sunlight from reaching them. "If it is, that runaway goon would have approached before us. They'll know when we drop by to visit," Jane explains "we should get moving." Jane jumps back into the cave putting things together and unwrapping the tent. She throws Bruce's almost empty Backpack, He'd brought from his grandpa, His hands reach out at it with quick effort and grips it with both hands and pulls it along over his back. Same with Jane. "Nice Catch" Jane mumbles at Bruce with pursued lips. She wears pink on her thick thin lips but the colour has faded. She smiled catching up to Bruce, Her uncovered white teeth and her cheeks turns into clear light shade of red and her brown eyes lit up from her own sense of joy. He likes it when she smiles but looks away when she does because he's too introvert to tell her so. Early morning in the dawn, listening to Jane sharing her dreams and thoughts to Bruce, They walk by the woods and tree leafs and over at the soft wet earth. She shares that she has lower attention for the Island that any bit of thing could go wrong which, in fact, had. "I saw this, uh, crazy dream where I'm just, like, you know, laid on a waterproof ball, My face up to the sky and I'm wearing dark glasses on and the sun reaching against my face." She adds unpacking her backpack and pulling dark and shiny and 'adidas' glasses out "These are the same glasses that I

wore! Then in a sudden a fuggin' shark comes devouring my whole body. Later, I'm the same big pale shark itself trying to avoid eating myself up but you know, I, the shark just does.'' She gestured a lot explaining her dream but the dream doesn't have the sense that could use the motion of the hands. Even though, Her gesturing could not emphasize her dream and thoughts about it for the reason that it lakes the sense of gesturing to. "That's a strong dream but, I don't know, does it make any sense to you? I mean, It's fascinating but it just doesn't have a meaning and concentration that usual dreams have." Bruce replies, not quite bearing the idea of the dream. "It doesn't. Neither, that dreams actually have meanings. They just give purpose to your demands and actions" Jane says, sighing. "And I just don't know what's the purpose to this dream.'' They walk motionless and tiring of the heat when it finally comes out. Within seconds, There they are like magic. Just before the light of sun fades. Right in front of and the significant messed up and lifeless place and over its edgy mountain, they both immediately goes to prone when there comes a halt of it. Dark but green, abandoned because destroyed and free 'cause left. No`, WAIT. No. It's not left nor abandoned. From the camp tents and armored vehicles and even goons running 'round and aside of the tent to the armory where a dark skinned rusty looking guy has the look-out for it, No, It's not completely abandoned nor left. It has fences over at the ground for the reason that there's no wall. Nor any architectural surrounded object that's acquired for it. Bruce lowered down to the ground with Jane. The camps seem to set in broken and rusty and mud houses with painted walls of pirate's skull on it. From what's to be seen, these burnt and soaked places aren't of Manchester, England. Bruce turns over to Jane and her brown eyes staring, brown as they ought to be, She stared motionless and speechless without even blinking. 'Tha, mehm. That's him.' She finally spoke as she saw the goon. That rat bastard, Fortin hills, pointing his gun towards Micheal and Dan as they're tied onto their hands with a rope and some other goons has the other end to it, Micheal wore his faviourite TV shows's T-shirt of "Friends", which had been completely ruined now with dirt and sweat of his body, They're both frightened. Dan can barely walk. He's angry and disappointed. The goon pushes Dan against the back of one of them trucks, Micheal follows, a truck and an armored vehicle takes off for somewhere as Micheal and Dan are taken as hostage, they are interacted onto the back with Fortin hills and two more of them goons. With the looks of the circumstances, Fortin hills wouldn't have told the camp about Bruce and Jane 'cause he's walking freely, which he wouldn't if he did, He must have made up a fairy tale to let himself live for the occasion. "Shit! Shit!, They're being taken somewhere. How are we going to find out? Bruce. They are --" Bruce gets old of Jane as she had been coming into feeling of fear and anxiety and says 'Hey, Hey. Ssshh. We're going to find out. Okay. Don't worry." He puts his arm around Jane's head and lets her lay down on his chest, sobbing. With Higher recommendations from his knowledge, Bruce comes to a decision to break into the camp and find information. "Jane. I know this will sound crazy but, uh, we'd have to break in." Bruce speaks, stating his opinion. "That's not, (scoffs), a good idea. We can't break in. Ugh. I can't. We'll be caught." Jane replies, getting back up from Bruce's chest and wiping tears from her eyes. Directing her eyes towards the camp and perceiving a non-breaking-in sight, Jane declines to break in not following the lead of Bruce. "I know it's difficult. Um, We could get caught, but it's the only door that's open for us right now. " Bruce explains "Jane, c'mon. We have to. Might get a little bumpy though." Jane settles conclusively that the unnecessary influences could get them to wrong path which they actually do. Even though, No directions are wrong if it's the same path. It's the same path but different directions. There they are, flying over to the fences. Climbing towards the fences so oddly as a rabbit falls into a trap and tries so awkwardly to escape moving its toes quicker than usual. The fences weren't electrified, luckily which Bruce had managed to climb successfully which in course he had learnt when he had been the only one who didn't possessed great material of moving in all of us friends. He never had many friends, but Bruce had tried making great effort to do anything, Literally, to be regarded with affection and trust but he had been considered as an 'Acquaintance' to others. When some of his non-actual-friends had ran teasing people and leaving mice over other kids, he had sprinted along them but he couldn't climb over objects until he did. They are opposed to every area, Next to the camp, Behind the trucks and tents which blocks the figurative odds for the tents that they're in front of and that blocks the front tents or anyone to notice them. Jane followed the lead of Bruce but had cut her left hand (The fences edge turned sharply), 'HEY! Don't touch those. O.' Bruce shouted whispering for that matter but Jane had already cut her hand by putting her breast against the bottom of the fences and grabbed onto the edge with her soft and thin hands, sliding down with her feet left to the air with the force of the hands, she kept a firm hold on the edge that she couldn't resist to leave it as soon as possible. The fences pulled her black leather jacket and T-shirt upright and she slid down cutting her hand. The sun raised in the east shining against the earth and the morning clouds followed and lightened Jane's hair. She bled in red and broke into anger and pain 'Ow! F...Shit!' Bruce immediately shifted over her grabbing a handful of Plastic-Plaster from his backpack that contained less garments but more Med-kits, He wrapped it softly around Jane's hand down to her fingers where she had been cut. Bruce could see that she was in physical pain. The medic helped but not enough. 'Errr, ugh. These things really damned hurt. Puf!' Jane speaks, expressing her pain. Bruce looked at her and saw her soft skin faced down to her wounded part, biting down her lips with pain and suffered from the injury. Bruce thought of no considerable remedy but had leaned over to her on his knees turning his head left to her opposite where her short brown hair hangs pulling her head along beautifully and pressed his mouth gently against her thick thin lips full and soft in the darkness, which he intended, so firmly that Jane closed her eyes and let go off the pain. Her lips tastes of lilacs and mouth soft as biting down a marshmallow. His mouth met hers and for 14.7 seconds they kissed and Jane felt much more than a relieved pain and didn't let go of Bruce's mouth when she had been confused because both of them felt these intentions before. Bruce leaned back letting go of her lips, looked into her teary brown eyes opening up softly when it occurred to her that Bruce had let go and saw her dried lips wet now and color of her lipstick has fully faded, which now tasted in Bruce's mouth. Her pain had been finally relieved. 'Um, uh. Mehm! Is that better?' Bruce speaks, pulling one side of his mouth to smile looking at her eyes. Jane faced down which she rarely does and drew back her lips and revealed the teeth, in a smile for of loved. Looking down to her wounded part, again, that didn't hurt anymore. "Yeah, Mehm. uh. I... That's better for now. Thanks!' Jane replies looking back at Bruce and crouched. They pull ahead the camp/sneaking towards the one temporary shelter that's bigger than all and more of focus. Feeling are to be shared with a light, gentle and loved kiss, otherwise, Keep them. You'd never as much be able to express the feeling of affection or love through words as with a light and gentle kiss. Because as you bring more words and more meanings to telling someone how you feel about them, You make more effort and spend more time but that slight touch of lips can do it in an instance. Jane followed as Bruce leaned over to the one cover that's few feet away from the distance. The shelters are bordered with the same direction which makes it easy to be invisible through sights. Lights are filtered through the soft glass window. Bruce's left hand bears Berrata, USP, with extended mag. Jane carries her backpack, hands left sheathed and blood dips from her wounded part and her hair pulled back slightly so as not to fall back on her shoulders. Goons chattering with whispers,

some laughing and many left alone on their own for Precaution. Bruce pulls his hand back to take hold of Jane's hand and lifts it slightly and pulls her along as he interacts the one particular shelter of the camp. Seen from behind, the house is more imposing than it is from the front. Rusty and old couches mostly occupies the inside, each of them set towards the one particular table that contains files and boxes on top of it for keeping records, to be in clear state of honesty, these bunch of goons has had criminal charges against themselves. More boxes are filled with old travelling and camping equipment. In every corner there's this beautiful image of a women draped with a fabric, kind of turning away as if she were saying 'I don't see you'. Not so easy to look for anything particular, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. "So. What? How do we find anything that's worth the break in?' Jane speaks, leaning over the table and picking up a file, as expected, finding criminal records of a Rafe Clinton who participated in a gang shootout killing someone who owed money to Rafe Clinton. 'Ah, Just keep an eye for any books, journals, maps, any kind of research papers, you know?' Bruce replies, turning to Jane and smiling which seemed almost awkward now to them. Bruce feels agitated and uneasy but pleased that he had shared love to someone he truly loves. 'Uh, Um, Bruce.' Jane calls as she stumbles upon another room. 'Bruce, There's a room here.' She calls, again. Bruce runs swiftly, almost with joy that Jane had found something, sneaking towards the room with his pitch black boots rushing through the air. He reaches, pushes against the wooden door and iron handle, pulls it aside and it creaks. There he comes upon with three bearded muscular goons wearing all black standing faced towards the door where Bruce had walked in and their MI16 faced down and Pistols pointed against Bruce and Jane. 'I forgot to mention. And these fellows.' Jane clears out of what Bruce had mistaken. Each of them goons smirks and two of them gets hold of Bruce. Disarming him. Bruce looks over and a map comes into his sight where a place towards and beyond the tower and 'Cuba Pcan' is circled with dark colour and notices a brief description accompanying the place over it 'Treasury.' Bruce's spirit goes into distant and leaves him without a living soul. He feels completely hopeless and lost. 'That's where your friends are taken.' Someone in the darkness says to Bruce, He barely sees him. He walks into light and there he is. That rat bastard, Fortin hills. He keeps showing up, even though, he was leaving right in front of you. Four Goons, Including Fortin Hills. Bruce saw it to a very great and easy extent to enter the camp and waltzed out of it with everything he wanted to see or get. What you resist persists. These stories die hard, Follow them lightly.