SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

Kat bolted awake, looking wildly around her hideaway. She rushed to her bag, swung it onto her back, and took off at a dead run up the back stairs. Oh please let it not be for me. She begged. Whether it was God or the Universe she was imploring, she didn't know. Or care. As long as those sirens weren't for her.... Oh please oh please oh please.

She shoved the stairwell door open with a bang. In hindsight, it probably would've been a better idea to have opened it quietly, so as not to announce her presence. Oh, well. Too late now. Rushing to the edge of the roof, she crouched behind the little wall that all public roofs seemed to have, watching the cars scream around the corner onto her street. Red and Black. 

The PeaceKeepers.

Once, a long time ago, there used to be people called policemen who were charged with protecting the public. Now, they were naught but a distant memory. The PeaceKeepers were a distorted version of those ancient protectors, but you can't very well throw everyone in jail. Not when there are no more laws to break. Not when, for many, thieving is the only option besides starvation. The PeaceKeepers didn't care about that, though. They were composed of the sons and daughters of the few families that remained untouched by the Incident eighty years ago. They had been raised in the lap of luxury, knowing nothing about the struggles of the people living outside their precious compound. When the PeaceKeepers came for people, they were never seen again.

Kat watched nervously as the big red and black cars slowly drove down the block. One of them stopped at her door, and she tensed, ready to run for her escape route the instant they entered the vast apartment building. 

Two of them got out. She zeroed in on them, memorizing their features in the near blackness out of habit. A man and a woman. She was tall, with curly black hair, Hispanic features, and meticulously cared-for nails. She wore a black vest, probably bulletproof, over a pale blue shirt and tan slacks.  Aged twenty-one.

The man was medium height, with shaggy blonde hair, blue eyes that pierced the twilit darkness, and held his pistol in a barely shaking grip. He was eighteen.  

Kat's mind began analyzing the team: 

Red car = Disposal team

The woman seems confident, so she's probably a seasoned officer.

The boy seems uncertain, so he's probably new, and likely still a trainee, based on his age. He may be one of those who are desperate to prove himself, might be trigger-happy, best to watch out for him, just in case. 

In less than a second, she had analyzed their strengths and weaknesses, and reviewed fourteen different ways to incapacitate them both inside two seconds. Not kill. She could never kill a human being, even if they were a PeaceKeeper. She paused her calculations as they stopped at the door, conversed, and headed back to their car. 

Kat began to breathe again. She had been granted a reprieve, but for how long?

She didn't see the boy glance behind him at the roof. 

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Okay, new story! Looks a little different from Airwalkers, doesn't it? I've been wanting to try a story in second or third person, (I can't remember which one's which) so that's why this chapter is written like this. 

Although, I keep tripping up and slipping into first person. 

And no, this story was actually not from the song at the top. It really came about a few years ago. I happened to be listening to Journey's 'Wheel in the Sky', and it became this.

Which is why the title of this book is Wheel in the Sky.

Anywho, what do you think? 

And I want you to know that the next, like, thirteen chapters were written while I was stuck with writer's block on Airwalkers, and were all written before my brother started his dystopian book. 

Just wanted to make that clear. 

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