I rev up my hover bike, managing to get it in the air right as the blue and red lights round the corner. Peeking glances behind me as I sped across the sky, dodging other vehicles, swerving around buildings to loose my tail. I park my vehicle in the parking lot of a donut shop, and make the rest of the trip by foot, careful to keep from being followed. I slide into an abandoned building, greeted by my little sister jumping up and down.

“Did you get it? Did you get it? Did you get it?”

“What do you think?” I chuckle, pulling a few rolls of fabric from a leather pouch on my belt and hand them to her.

“Oh my gosh! Ahh! It’s perfect ,Aella! Perfect! How’d you even get this? It’s so beautiful!” Eden’s eyes lit up as she rubbed the soft fabric between her fingers.

“I have my ways.” I smile as she skips away, muttering about all the dresses she was going to design with this.

“And by ‘ways’ you mean you stole the fabric I presume?” My brother Eli rolled toward me in his wheelchair, speeding up when he got closer so I’d have to jump backward to avoid getting my toes crushed. “I’ll get you one day.”

“First of all no you won’t, second of all you don’t seem to be worried about my thievery until it doesn’t benefit you.”

“Oh gee you’ve caught me, who would’ve thought anyone in our family would have questionable morals? Anyway have anything to make me less worried about my little sister’s criminal record?”

“I don’t think so, unless you’re into loser stuff like the new XX39!” I grin, tossing the device into Eli’s lap.

“Oh god thanks El!”

“I’ve been telling you for what? My whole life? You have got to quit it with these nicknames!”

“First of all, I will take your nicknames to my grave and second of all I made rice and beans.”

“Oh joy, how bland. Seriously Eli, would it kill you to make something-”

“Aella! Aella! You’re on the news!” Eden hollered from the other room, “Hurry the cops are talking about you!”

“Coming!” I hollered back, practically sprinting into the small makeshift kitchen. Eli following closely behind.

“Welcome back folks, I’m Luca Belsof, today we’re live with policeman Austin Shoven, today we’re talking about the conniving, thieving, criminal, Aella Harskof, one of Orasthels crookedest thieves .” The small cracked screen on the kitchen table said.

“Wow I never knew how highly they spoke of me.” I scoffed. “Maybe they’ll construct a statue of me.”

“Ms. Harskof is known to steal, electronics, fabrics, jewelry, parts for a hover bike, so we are fighting to refund the small business that she has so heartlessly stolen from. At first it was small things here and there. Food and fabrics every now and then, we decided we may as well just leave it be, after all it was just small tokens.”

“Are you saying the authorities are just going to let this treacherous women continue to steal from our community, officer?” Mr. Belsof gasped, looking to the police officer who looked rather nervous. Officer Shoven took one last glance at someone off screen and turned to the anchorman.

“Uh of course not. What do you take me for, a fool? My men and I have been looking for Harskof and have even narrowed down where the thief is taking all these stolen items.” Shoven looker off screen and gave a slight nod to whoever is over there. “In fact I’ve just given the clearance for my men to go and apprehend Aella now. Within the next thirty minutes we should have her in custody.”

“Eli, Eden, grab your stuff we have to go. We have to be in the car in ten minutes.” I holler, then run to my room-or corner I guess- and grab five things, the money I have stashed, some spare clothes, a first aid kit, the necklace my dad gave me before he died, and a gun. After I make sure my weapon is securely tucked into my belt near the small of my back -easy access and easily hidden-, and all of my stuff is in my bag, I go to the garage and find Eden and Eli in the van, which had a chair missing so Eli’s wheelchair can fit in. The real reason the chair is gone is because I found the run down van in a junk yard and I think some thing ate the chair, but one man’s trash is another man’s get away car.

“El are you sure this thing starts? It’s like a 4052 edition and hover cars only came out in ‘51. The technology in this isn’t up to date.” Eli asks as I get into the drivers seat.

“It should work, the design for the hover engine has only changed a little. The only thing different is that it runs on gas and won’t go as fast as a newer version.” Eden adds.

“Let’s hope your right. I’m not saying this to scare you guys but if this car doesn’t get us out of town, we’re going to jail.”