A Pack of Two Wolves
Prologue
"But I'll miss you Big Brother!" On a desolate street far away from her home, just before dawn, a 6-year-old girl begs her 25-year-old brother not to leave her.
"I know," says the young man compassionately. He pulls his blue blazer around his shoulders to ward off the cold. His black hair is unusually unkempt, as if he had been running all night. His khaki pants are torn at the knees, and a Walther P-38 is hanging out of the right pocket. Though his hair is so ruffled, you can still make out his black sideburns.
"I don't want to leave you here, but you know the police are after me. I can't run from them and take care of you properly at the same time. I wish I could, but I can't!" He looks away from his little sister.
"Big Brother, why are the Police after you?" At seeing her big brothers' despair, the girl knowingly decides to change the subject. As her dark brown hair falls over her shoulders, she too wraps a blanket he had given her around herself tightly. The blanket is green, and not very warm, but all he could find on such short notice. "Did you do something?"
The man in the blazer smiles through his weariness. "No. The police think I robbed some castle just because.... And now they've dragged 2 of my friends into it."
"Who?" the girl asks. "Anyone I know?"
"Yes, you've heard of them, but I can't tell you their names. We've sworn each other into secrecy." Before he can even end his sentence, the sound of police sirens clashes with the quietness in the air. "I gotta hurry. Look, just stay with this family for a little while. I'll be back as soon as I can. They know my situation, and I trust them. Plus, you'll finally have a mom and dad." The sirens are getting louder. "Dammit!" he swears under his breath, so his young sister can't hear. "No more questions, OK? I can't let them find you." He starts to turn to leave, but stops, and looks at his sister. "Don't tell anyone I'm your brother, got it? No one, not even Jige- my friends, know except you, this family, and me. If you do tell anyone, we'll both be in serious danger." This time when he turns to leave, he starts running.
"Good-bye Big Brother!" his sister yells after him with tears in her eyes ."I love you!" The man is to focused on drawing the police away from her to do anything but wave without turning around. Though she is a little hurt, she understands. She turns and walks into the house whose front lawn they had been standing, clutching the light green blanket to her chest, crying for herself, but mostly for her brother. This is the last she will see of him for nine years.
Prologue
"But I'll miss you Big Brother!" On a desolate street far away from her home, just before dawn, a 6-year-old girl begs her 25-year-old brother not to leave her.
"I know," says the young man compassionately. He pulls his blue blazer around his shoulders to ward off the cold. His black hair is unusually unkempt, as if he had been running all night. His khaki pants are torn at the knees, and a Walther P-38 is hanging out of the right pocket. Though his hair is so ruffled, you can still make out his black sideburns.
"I don't want to leave you here, but you know the police are after me. I can't run from them and take care of you properly at the same time. I wish I could, but I can't!" He looks away from his little sister.
"Big Brother, why are the Police after you?" At seeing her big brothers' despair, the girl knowingly decides to change the subject. As her dark brown hair falls over her shoulders, she too wraps a blanket he had given her around herself tightly. The blanket is green, and not very warm, but all he could find on such short notice. "Did you do something?"
The man in the blazer smiles through his weariness. "No. The police think I robbed some castle just because.... And now they've dragged 2 of my friends into it."
"Who?" the girl asks. "Anyone I know?"
"Yes, you've heard of them, but I can't tell you their names. We've sworn each other into secrecy." Before he can even end his sentence, the sound of police sirens clashes with the quietness in the air. "I gotta hurry. Look, just stay with this family for a little while. I'll be back as soon as I can. They know my situation, and I trust them. Plus, you'll finally have a mom and dad." The sirens are getting louder. "Dammit!" he swears under his breath, so his young sister can't hear. "No more questions, OK? I can't let them find you." He starts to turn to leave, but stops, and looks at his sister. "Don't tell anyone I'm your brother, got it? No one, not even Jige- my friends, know except you, this family, and me. If you do tell anyone, we'll both be in serious danger." This time when he turns to leave, he starts running.
"Good-bye Big Brother!" his sister yells after him with tears in her eyes ."I love you!" The man is to focused on drawing the police away from her to do anything but wave without turning around. Though she is a little hurt, she understands. She turns and walks into the house whose front lawn they had been standing, clutching the light green blanket to her chest, crying for herself, but mostly for her brother. This is the last she will see of him for nine years.