Gregory Alton is a wanted man. Two years ago, he held up a bank in Providence Rhode Island. During the hold up, he shot and killed two people; the teller, and a nine year old girl. Since then he's been on the run from the police. My name is Scott Peeples. I am an officer of the law. My contacts in the Denver informed me that Alton was seen hiding out near a ski resort there. I was assigned to bring this man to justice.

In order to catch this man, I am going to need to be in disguise. I've decided to use a family vacation as said disguise. Under the penny of the Denver State Police, I've managed to get three economy class plane tickets and a reservation for three days at the ski resort. The family is scheduled to leave on the sixths of January. Everything is going according to plan.

I have decided to be the driver to the airport because my contact in Denver said that he was going to send someone to ask us about "excuses for breaking traffic laws." This, I've been told, is the signal that all is according to plan and that I can proceed safely. Two hours on the road and still no sign of the airport contact.

My family is seated on the plane and we are set to travel to Denver. I spoke to the informant and all is well. We will arrive at Denver in four hours.

The plane trip was long, but three tiny bottles of whisky made it pass faster. My rental car is ready and I must make the snow bound journey to the resort. It is twelve below and I regret not packing the wool socks. The heat in the car works, but the radio is stuck on a station that is currently airing a Doobie Brothers concert. It is a shame that my parents like them so much because I am in hell.

Winter Park is the name of the resort and we arrive just after a Blizard. The ground is blanketed in snow and the driver had informed us that we have to walk from here to get the the lodge because the roads haven't been salted yet. The trek will take us at least ten minutes.

We've checked in and unpacked. I'm walking down the hallway to prepare for skiing. I glance over my sholder at some movement by the ice dispenser. The man is dressed in a brown trenchcoat. His stubbly beard could grate cheese. I look directly into his eyes which are staring right back at me. This is the target. He matches the mental image of the suspect I aquired by memorizing his mug shot. I break off my gaze as to not inform him that I am a cop out for his arrest. I walk into an open room and exit out of the front door. This may not take as long as I thought.

The outside world was cold and unforgiving. It is a painful experience to steak out in the cold weather. I hope I will not have to do this again. I wonder how long I will have to wait out here for this man to come back outside? Why was he at a ski resort? I guess he would have the money for it after the bank robery.

It is now six thirty in the morning and I've woken up from my coma like sleep. I've been out here for too many hours. I want to go back inside, but if I give up now, I won't have another shot. I hope he comes out soon.

It's noon now. I haven't felt my toes since last night. I've watched every person who's come out of the resort, but haven't seen my target. There he is. He's shaved his stubble, but I can still tell it's him with that brown trench coat. He is moving toward the ski lift. I follow him up to the ski lift and once he boards, I take the next available ski lift to the top. He is able to jump off of to the destination before I can. All he has to do is stay in sight by the time I get there. The ski lift is slowing down to a halt. I'm stuck here until it gets back into operation. I can see Alton moving away to the forest of trees behind the slope. Damn ski lift.

I've gotten off of the lift now, but I can't seem to find the target. I've searched all over for him. A bullet just flew by my face. I immediately get into a defensive posture, duck behind the closest tree, and pull out my gun. Another bullet smacks up into the tree infront of me. The bastard found out I was a cop and is firing. I make two blind shots, hopefully that will scare him. I hear him call out to me.

"You want me, cop? Come and get me!"

I looked out to see him ski down the slope. Grabbing a nearby patron's skis, I begin the chase to catch my prey. I'm moving too fast to control Quickly I redirect. I plot my course: a jawdropping jump followed by a quick cut left, shoot through a patch of trees and drop down a snow wall back to the slope. I go, I jump, I begin turning, I stop to inspect a sturdy evergreen.

I wake up in a Denver hospital bed. My arm is broken and I'm surrounded by my parents. It is three days later. Alton has surely gotten away. I'll get him next time.

The End

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haha that's awesome. Very creative, my friend.

Scott