Foster, like the others was dead center of the spot light and had his hands up. He was trying to figure out where his night had gone so incredibly wrong. He shouldn't have quit the gang, it was the only life he had over known, and now he was going to prison.
The kid in white who had held him at gun point did not have his hands up. "Close your eyes." He whispered.
"Why?" Foster questioned.
"Just do it!" He snapped.
Foster closed his eyes and there was a bright flash, he could see the light even through, his eye lids. He felt the kid all in white grab his wrist and pulled him away from the alleyway.
"You can open your eyes now." He advised, as they continued to move.
Foster opened his eyes and followed the kid in white.
The kid in white stopped at a door he knocked three times with his knuckles and once with his elbow.
The door opened and the kid in white pulled Foster inside. As the door closed it faded into the wall indistinguishable from the rest of the wall.
Foster noticed immediately that the room they were in was very small, barely enough for the both of them. "What is this place?" He asked.
"Shhhh!" The kid in white hissed. "We needed a place to hide." He whispered.
Foster nodded. "Yeah but how did you even know this was here?" Foster asked in a whisper.
The kid in white turned away from the door and leaned against the wall "I do a lot of hiding, noticed pretty early on that there weren't enough places to hide. So my friends and I made some." He explained.
On the other side the door they could hear soldiers canvasing the alleyway
