A coffee shop. Main Avenue.

He was on Main Avenue, walking up and down the street, looking for its sweet spot. What part was the one he's looking for?

Finally he found it as he settled into the corner of a doorway, the store itself being abandoned.

--

"Faster." I ordered as Tyler drove, I leaned forward in my seat, trying to get a good view through my mask.

"Bossy much?" I ignored him, my eyes glued to the prison transports, the two buses we needed to comprehend.

"Shut it. We have a job to do, and that job is getting Nanners his man and getting us our payment."

"Dude, why is this job so important?"

Marcel asked from the backseat of the van, I sighed loudly.

"One word. Reputation. Got it? Good."

--

Evan was jerked out of his memory by familiar voices down the road.

"-the last place he'd be, so where the fuck is he?" Tyler basically yelled, scaring Evan. He didn't want to be found in the guys were mad at him.

Vanoss appeared next to him, only for a brief second as he said. "I told you, one day they're going to think you're just a bother. You don't know anything, and you can't offer them anything." Then he vanished into thin air.

As soon as he heard those words Evan sunk down, hiding his body with a trash can and cardboard boxes.

Once he heard their footsteps pass his hiding place, he slipped out and took off in the other direction down the street. He was in the clear until he heard shouting behind him again.

"Hey! Evan!" He froze in his spot, waiting for the sound of his friends rushed footsteps behind him.

Think, think! He willed himself, searching through all his memories to find something that could get him away from the group.

At this point he remembered the gun in his pocket, and then an idea sprang to life.

He turned, meeting the faces of his friends with a guilty smile. Jonathan ran up to him and he put his plan into play.

Evan wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, and instantly Jonathan melted into it, deepening the kiss.

After a few seconds, they pulled away.

"I love you, Evan." Jonathan breathed, smiling at Evan like he wasn't real.

Those words were all Evan needed to hear to know where he needed to go next. Best part is, the guys wouldn't know, the location wasn't on the checklist.

"I love you, too." Evan said, looking at him in admiration. "But, I'm also sorry."

Jonathan's face twisted in confusion. "Sorry? For what?"

"For this." Evan said as he pulled out the gun and shot him in the leg.

Jonathan screamed as he fell to the floor, the guys rushing over as Evan took off down the street, turning at one of the corners that lead to another street.

He pulled off his jacket with haste, dropping it at the corner so he could blend better with the crowd.

Ducking into a random store, he sighed with relief. It was a thrift shop.

About half an hour later, Evan walked out of the store with a new jacket, a black leather one with a fabric hood attached to it. He looked both ways down the street before stepping out completely, pulling up the hood and beginning to speed walk.

He adjusted the holster he had also bought, double checking to make sure that it was secure in place.

--

"He shot me in the fucking leg!" Jonathan yelled as Tyler pulled the van up besides the group. He got out of the car and walked over to where Jonathan was sat, looking pale and weak.

"Even I did not see that coming." He pressed a kiss to Craig's cheek. "But would you stop complaining about it and get the hell up? Marcel, help him. Brock, your shit's in the van, right?" Brock quickly nodded, ducking into the van swiftly to prepare what he needed.

Marcel slid an arm around Jonathan to help him limp into the vehicle while Tyler looked at everyone else.

"We need a list of possible locations for Evan, he most likely knows that we found the checklist, so any unvisited locations are out of the question." He firmly stated, walking back over to the driver side of the van and hopping in while the others climbed in from the other side.

--

His heartbeat began to relax as he reached the abandoned part of town, all his senses on alert in case he heard something suspicious. His right hand stayed hovered over where his gun was stored.

Glass and debris crunched under his feet as he reached the building, it's remains completely unrecognizable. What it was before is impossible to figure out. A bank? Apartments? Who knew?

At the sight of a fallen concrete wall, pain slammed through his shoulders, rippling throughout his entire back and even coiling around his lungs, snaking up to his throat. Oxygen became restricted, and every breath burned as he imagined bones piercing his every organ.

He stopped, kneeling on the ground in pain for a few seconds, trying to compose him.

"You're okay." Evan repeated to himself, forcing his muscles to function as he stood and continued walking.

Still, pained memories tore through his body, his mind faintly picturing every cut he most likely had at one point. He kept pushing himself forward, kept reassuring himself that he was okay.

Physically, not mentally of course.