Pop Harvey and Aaron pull out of the driveway and head straight for the police front office. In the car they discuss how everything is going to work.

“I’ll walk in with fake blood on me and fall to my knees explaining that I'm an innocent black man being arrested for simply not having a home. You’ll be a pretend racist cop that doesn't really care about anything. Then I'll act all traumatized and shaky and by time they get to the details most of the police should be rushing out to take care of the 2nd diversion and then the 3rd diversion and then we’ll knock a few police unconscious and get in with Chaser and Mason straight to Wyoming.” Pop Harvey explains for the 17th time today.

“Got it!” Aaron lets Pop Harvey know for the 17th time today.

None of them are trying to risk getting in problems with the plan. They need all of this to run smoothly in order for any of them to make it out alive or at least successfully. Right now they all had to focus on their own parts. 

Pop and Aaron prepared themselves. Pop poured blood on his ripped and disgusting smelling clothes. Aaron fixed his attitude to an attitude a bit more agitating. They walked in and Pop instantly fell to his knees.

“Ugh! Why? I have nowhere else to go!” Pop yelled pretending to cry.

Police ran up to the man and hugged and helped. Pure instinct, they predicted. One cop walked up to Aaron. 

“What unit are you?” The man asked.

“Unit 4.17, Officer in combat and training. Today’s duty: City patrol.” Aaron stated professionally.

“Crime committed?” The man questioned.

“Housing and Urinating on church private property.” Aaron responded.

“Really sir?” The man asked a little cautiously.

Just then a ring from the speakers of the office.

“Gate 7 is open.” The man hollered across the building

 Almost half of the police jetted out of the room. Even the officer who was questioning Aaron. Pop and Aaron quickly glanced at each other. They both knew what that meant. Mason got to the first gate.

Pop answered plenty of necessary and unnecessary questioned like,

“Where do you live?”

“How old are you?”

“Why are you living on the street?”

“Do you know anyone that goes to church?”

“Do you have a urinary infection, problem, or virus?”

“Are you employed?”

Pop just acted dumb for no reason except to confuse the officers.

Once again the bell rang.

The same man stood up with a bit more officers in the room.

“Gate 6 has been opened.” He shouted.

Police rushed out from all over. You could hear the chatter rising amongst the police in the building. About seventeen left, twelve if you don't count the men sitting at computer screens. A different man this time stood up and hollered right after.

“Robbery at 749 Palmora Dr, Sink South Bank and Business!” The man shouted.

Another police told 3 of the front desk men to come with. That left one woman at a desk, a man at a desk, and a woman questioning Pop. Just then Aaron spotted an orange Ferrari with Chaser and Mason inside. Aaron shouts “now!” Pop and pop winds his head back and headbutts the girl questioning him. 

“Sorry you had to go like that. Respectfully, i dont put my hands on women.”Pop said and walked out.

Meanwhile Aaron Kicked an office man right in the face. The guy falls unconscious instantly.

“Ugh!” Aaron lets out.

“What's wrong can't put your hands on a girl.” The other office lady said, smirking. 

She jumps up and prepares to fight.

“Exactly.” Aaron comments and then slips his leg under her feet. 

She falls to the ground and hits her head. Aaron pulls the fake police officer gun from his pocket. It's real but not a standard police gun. He points at every camera and shoots them one by one. He runs to the car and hops in quickly. One of the weirdest things he's ever done. He kind of felt good about it. One, because he had never done anything badass besides make plans and two, because he’d never have to do it again once he started his new life in Wyoming.

He thought no one saw what all he just did because everyone was quiet for a second.

“Jail huh?” Pop spoke up sarcastically.

“More like an amusement park.” Chaser joked around.

It was great having him back.

“Wyoming is where you're driving next.” Mason said.

Chaser made a face.

“Zen?” Chaser asked.

“Already there with our things.” Mason said, smiling.

Now they all could live in peace without gangs, drama, guns, shoot-outs, plans, or anything. Just them… and their everyday lives.