Tom Wrapped himself in his cloak before putting his baseball cap on. They were the only two things that he had left of his old life. The cap had the 1990's Disney channel emblem stitched on the front of it, while the cloak resembled a lightweight rain poncho, though it was made of fabric instead of plastic. It was a gift from his father who'd bought it for him after he one day complained about being cold at the start of a track meet at school. He didn't want to wear sweats as he'd eventually shed them after he started to warm up, so his father bought him a cloak. He then shouldered his shoulder bag and walked over to a nearby window where he slipped out and quietly scaled the drain pipes to get to the roof of the abandoned building he was staying in. He quietly walked along until he came to an old air conditioning unit that sat at the edge of the building and watched as the rain fell onto the city from a cloudy grey sky.
It brought him peace, he found something soothing about the gray sky and the constant tapping of the rain against the stone rooftop of the building and the concrete streets. Even before he was brought to this place, he loved to run in the rain, there was just something about having his hair matted down and water running down his face as he splashed though puddles along old dirt running trails and sidewalks. As he reminisced and remembered, his mental oasis was shattered by the sound of a tactical boot stepping in a nearby puddle. Tom's eyes snapped open as he leapt off of his perch and dropped off of the side of the roof.
The German Shepherd that had been closing on him ran to the edge of the roof and looked down expecting to find a lifeless body lying limp on the street below. But he instead found tom dashing down a fire escape. "All units, target is headed down to the street on the North side of the building!" He called through his radio as he climbed over the ledge to give chase.
Tom's shoes touched down on the sidewalk walk with a wet 'splat' after leaping over the last flight of stairs. He looked to his left to find a very familiar Doberman running towards him with a very smug grin on his face, "Terran..." Tom muttered to himself, his face full of distaste as he spat the name before running in the opposite direction. It wasn't long before the street behind him was filled with officers trying to run him down.
The Doberman continued to give chase with his squad of officers, "This time! This time, we have him!" He told himself.
A squad car pulled itself directly into Tom's path blocking the street from him. Tom however, sprinted even harder before throwing himself across the hood of the car and resuming his sprint.
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