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Johnny Castro didn’t consider himself a coward for running from the two men chasing him. He’d been running for most his life so this was no big shocker. Seeing these two fools while canvassing the city for squatting rights, however, was a big shocker. Johnny had hoped to make some extra cash at Union Station before catching sight of thing one and thing two. Pedro, in his early thirties, had the face of a squashed beetle and Salvador, had its body—short and round. He’d known them since he was recruited into the Two-Six. It was either join or become a statistic that included something akin to road-kill, he chose his hide. They should’ve given up on the gang life a long time ago, having survived beyond puberty.
Johnny would’ve stopped to face them, but this breed didn’t play by old-school rules. These fools had guns. There was no honor amongst low-lives. Johnny almost wished he’d lived in the days where even gangs had a code of honor.
He hurdled over the hood of a parked Buick without losing step, his breathing even, his eyes focused on the neighborhood rolling in front of him. He had crossed into a different world trying to set his mind straight. He didn’t know where he was going, motivated only by a sense not to get beaten to a pulp or eat a bullet. The clean trimmed lawns and single family houses was a dead giveaway that Johnny was nowhere near the shelter he currently called home.