Chris woke up.
He took a look around his one room "apartment" to make sure everything was in place. His bag was hanging on the sink, just where he left it, the money bag was in the corner, the cupboard was still reinforcing the door and blocking the handle. The room wasn't very well furnitured, really, but he didn't have many things. The walls were supposed to be gray, and probably once were, but now the color was greenish and not the room itself smelled.

But this wasn't a problem. He didn't rent this place to live here. It was a one, maybe two-day hideout. And, judging by the fact that someone was knocking at the door at, he checked his watch, twelve past five was indicating that the hideout has just expired.
He just checked his trusty, custom-painted glock-18 was safe in the bag, put the bag on, put the money bag in his bag and opened the window.
-Well -he said- time to get the ♥♥♥♥ out.
The knocking wasn't stopping any time soon.
-This is the police! Open the door, now!-a voice on the other side said, confirming Chris' suspicions.
-Yeah, yeah, I'm trying to concentrate-he said to himself, crouching in the window.

He didn't pick this room because it was comfortable or good-looking. He pick it because it had good acces to the roofs below. He jumped down the window on the roof of a supermarket, rolled to break the fall and took a moment to think.
If he ran, he'd most certainly get spotted once the cops break the door down. Although he didn't think the policemen would shoot him, he couldn't be certain and there was no cover to run to. He made sure by looking around. All buildings were about the same height, except, of course, the flat he just left. Hearing the door above him breaking down, he made a quick decision.

Officer Johnson broke the door down. He walked inside the room with his gun at the ready.
-Where the...-he said, seeing noone inside. The bed was the only place a man could hide in. He knelled under it, but the only thing he saw was a spider web. He got up and found himself facing an open window. He looked through it and saw buildings. And no sight of the suspect.
-♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥...-he cursed0-8 to 0-0. He's escaped
-Again?
-Again.- Johnson answered, tired from all this ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
-Any idea where to?
-Probably through the window and then...-he stopped-Well, he can be anywhere now.

Chris was standing directly under the window and overheard the conversation. He waited for two more minutes to make sure the officer was gone. Then, he simply climbed down to the street, checked if he wasn't followed, had a short glance at the shovel that came out of nowhere and then everything faded to black.

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I heard writing ♥♥♥♥ was fun.
I tried it.
What do you think gais?


Oh, and I will never write anything lewd