Week 4 Storytelling: Hanuman and the Mountain pt. 2

**Note: This is a continuation of my Week 3 story. If you've not read that, please check it out first!

New York Skyline; Source: wikimedia

Dr. Uman jumped out of his recently stolen ambulance, slung his bag over his shoulder and began bobbing and weaving through the cars that packed the streets. Years of pouring over medical books and articles might have left him a bit out of shape, but Han was gifted with a natural litheness; he moved through the cars as swiftly as a gust of wind.

Three blocks up the street; he was almost halfway back to the hospital. That's when the real problems began. There had been a large accident at a major intersection involving several cars, and the tow truck that had been carrying Han's rusted pick-up. Apparently, the bumper of the poor vehicle fell off while it was going through the light. The police had cordoned off the entire block and traffic wasn't allowed to pass through until the accident had been cleared away. Stopping for only a moment to appreciate the cosmic irony of the situation, Han began devising a new strategy to make his way back uptown to Sacred Flower.

"This way is blocked off...And if I go back down a block to cross over I'll lose too much time. How can I get to the next street over?" Han looked around at the buildings that lined the street. Most still weren't open for the day, but the smallest shop on the street, a tiny bakery called Rak Sha's Buns was wedged between two stark steel skyscrapers, with a flashing neon sign blinking "OPEN" out of the front window. Han sprinted over to the small shack, and pushed open the door. Not stopping for a moment, he ran behind the counter, into the back, and straight into a small old man bent with age, wearing an old apron covered in white flour.

"Sir! You can't be back here!" he yelled at Han, shaking a rolling pin that was thicker than his arm.

Han didn't have time to stop, he ran back through the kitchen dodging through other workers carrying trays full of baked goods. Finally, he made it out the back door of the shop into an alley that led into the next street over. He ran out of the dark alley into the bright street, lit by the fresh morning sun. No sooner had he made it to the street when he heard the stamping of footsteps coming from behind him. Han turned to see the bakers running down after him, the old man leading the charge.

Not having even a moment to spare, Han began sprinting down the street as fast as he could, pushing any passerby out of the way. He saw a street sign pointing him towards the hospital; he was close! He rounded the corner.

"STOP WHERE YOU ARE"

And ran directly into a police blockade. It is a not-entirely-surprising fact that stealing an ambulance constitutes Grand Theft Auto, and thus Dr. Han Uman was now a felon. However, Han was not one to let something little like a team of armed law enforcers stop him from finishing his job. Pausing for only a second, Han turned back around and ran straight into the crowd of angry bakers that was following him. The police gave chase, but they lost Han in the confusion.

Author's note: The second part of the story from last week. This is again a continuation of the story of Hanuman and the Mountain. I tried to come up with other obstacles that would be entertaining but also realistic. I considered adding some more fantastic elements to make the story a bit more exciting and I may do so if I decide to do the portfolio.