Forgive me for my characters dialog. I've been studying to get better and promise to come back and fix it as soon as i do.
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   He could hear the whistles getting closer. They must have found their trail. This women was slowing him down, and in todays world, that meant death.

  "Unless you want to get caught by them, you need to pick up your pace." He says in a strained but polite manner. He knew he was asking alot out of her, but his life wasn't gonna be wasted because she decided to drag ass.

   Her response was a frustrated glare at him. She was out of breath. This pace wasnt as much fast as it was constant. She could barely keep up.

   He stopped and waved her behind a flipped UPS van. Long since abandoned. He looked up over the top and saw the coast was clear. As long as the whistles stayed behind them, they'd make it.

  "Catch you breath, sweetie," he says without looking at her, "we ain't finished yet." They still had four miles till they reached the city limit. They could not afford to set here long. He was trying to think of alternate...