Fugitive 소설 & 이야기

"And I can't have you getting too cocky." "Ha, fair enough." Howard chuckled, giving his shoulders a casual shrug. … Ring, ring! That morning, Howard was knee-deep in playtime with Riley, surrounded by a sea of toys, when the Judge buzzed his phone. "What's going on?" Howard asked, hitting the answer button. "Sir, we've pinpointed the S-class Fugitive Hunter was talking about," the Judge said, his voice carrying a hint of gravity. "Really?" Howard perked up. "Any idea who it might be?"

I knew she did not understand our system so I decided to explain it to her. "A rogue is a wolf that has been cast out of their pack. It is like existing without a family and root. While some become feral, some of them find a way to exist outside their society. The fact that these men have no pack means they cannot be traced," I told her, and she nodded. "In that case," she began, "Can we approach this issue as humans would?" she said, and I leaned back in my chair.

But she still couldn't jump to conclusions so quickly and released her tension until she could escape this checkpoint. "Good afternoon, ma'am." The policeman greeted politely while doing a salute. Hazel kept her hands on the steering wheel. She tried to be as calm as she could by showing a relaxed gesture. "Good afternoon. What is it? Why were we stopped?” "Sorry to disturb your comfort, ma'am. We are looking for a fugitive who is on the run.” "Oh, God! Fugitive? Is he dangerous?” asked Hazel in a made-up voice. "Very dangerous, ma'am. He killed the family of a billionaire from Seattle."

She said while walking out and I got back to work **** “Shit,” someone said from the other end “What is wrong,” I asked “The woman escaped with the two kids but we have the man. He was too weak to escape with them” the man from the other end said “What?!!, split yourselves and find them” Angelina screamed “What the hell!!, how were they able to escape?” I thought “Sir we could not find the woman and her son but we found the girl,” the guy from the other end said “Shit! just bring the girl and meet us at the warehouse,” I said

Although those videos and pictures were not enough to catch the old time which he had lost but enough for his soul to spot from tormenting in regret. " What's up with Rajat? " Maverick broke the news making Grayson look at him with confusion because he doesn't have any idea about him. " What about him? What? " Grayson questioned. " seems you don't know. He ran away from the jail a week before and since then the police is crazy in his search " Hudson said. " that's why our house security is tighter" Grayson let out sighing in frustration. The whole night was spent with their talk and planning. It was early morning when Grayson woke up as it has become his daily routine to be up before sunrise

It was a clever choice. Foscanz Reigns may be remote, but the district was densely populated, crowded with laborers, traders, peddlers, travelers, dockhands, hired blades, beggars, pleasure workers, and every lesser counterpart in the chain that kept a large territory fed and functioning. A male could disappear into those streets simply by becoming another face among thousands. Finding a fugitive there would be like finding one particular grain in a sack of wheat. Difficult, but not impossible. Outside my camp, I watched a column of riders approaching in the distance. At least twenty of my sentinels rode toward me, their packs secured behind their saddles and

His brows knit, and he mutters, “No… no, no, no.” “What is it?” Martin finally speaks, his voice cold, steady. Burner lifts his head, and for the first time, there’s no smirk, no sarcasm. Just hard reality. “Amber alert went out,” he says slowly. “Marion Creed is now officially a fugitive.” The words punch the air from my lungs. My stomach drops. Fugitive.

“Thank you. I know that you and I did not get off on the right foot. I would apologize for that, but going feral isn’t something that you can control, especially when someone inside your pack was expediating that along.” “Reagan mentioned that as well. Have you found the perpetrators?” “I’m pretty confident that I know who the remaining individuals are who betrayed me and attempted to poison Reagan as well.” “Good. Now that my daughter has accepted you, that makes you family, Kieran. If you need my help, you only need to ask.”

"You know what I meant." Grayson cleared his throat. "Do you think this... Bram, or whatever his name is, works for Lucius Sagan?" My hand fisted at the sole mentioning the name. "It's possible. I bet it's easier to hire low-level criminals. Bram was—and still is—a fugitive on the run. I bet he desperately needed money."

I managed this time, trying to ignore the way my muscles tensed and my mouth ran dry as this conversation elongated. “Rogues aren’t like us, Iris,” he explained, his eyes wide as he continued in a seemingly manic state to explain things to me. “They are crazed wolves who try to live without a pack. That m-makes a wolf go mad after some time. T-They’re mindless killers; they will hurt others if they’re not stopped. I’ve seen it happen too many times.”