Ok-all clear
Jethro dodged a trash bucket that was owned by the government. He had heard the hard running footsteps behind him. Someone was giving him chase. It must be one of those law enforcement or military of this planet.
Dear stars! Don’t let him catch me, he thought to himself as a cruiser with flashing lights appeared from no where. The cruise screech as it hit the corner real fast.
Freaking out, Jethro screeched to a halt. He quickly scanned the area. He had someone behind him, a transportation front of him, he had no other exit of any kind on his left and he had realized he a street and the other side of the street.
He pushed himself toward the street. A car jerked out of the way barely hitting Jethro. Jethro had his heart in his throat from that now. That had given the person more time to catch up.
The cruiser wasn’t after Jethro but had fixed its destination, burned rubber to go its location. Some druggies down the street had been caught for doing a deal. The cruiser was called as back up.