Third Person’s POV
Raven successfully got out of the old building. He sat on the bushes on the side of the road. Holding his arms, bleeding terribly, while walking improper caused by the bullet on his leg. He grab his phone from his pocket and dial. On the second ring, someone answered.
[Raven! Where are you!] Mr. Hunderson's voice rose in furious.
Raven took a breathe and gulped. He took a glance on the side of the road to check for his safety.
"Could you pick me up?"
[W-What?!—] Blurry and huffing sound could be heard on the other line. [Bro! Where are you? We saw the news of police me—]
"Could you pick me up...please?" I repeated.
[Tell me where are you]
Raven's eyes grew big when he heard Everleigh's voice. His face turned into dismay—for himself, at least; when he knew he is busted. He couldn't grab any words lingering from his confused mind.
[Raven, tell me where are you?]