July 7, 2016-Henri carried Edgardo like a football and sprinted to the moving get away car. The police sirens were getting louder and I knew that I had one chance to get to Simba. I climbed down the ladder at break neck speed and waited for a beat while a police car raced around the corner of the museum. I had one shot to do this right or else…I climbed a cement fitting around a lamp post and counted down, 3, 2, 1! I leaped from the post and landed on the roof of the police car. I held on for dear life as we sped towards the weaving car, gaining on it with every passing second.
My arms were beginning to get tired from gripping the roof and I feared that I couldn’t hang on for much longer. The black get-away car weaved on and off of the road as it tried to lose us but the officer in our car was quite skilled at driving with accuracy at such high speeds. I hoped the tall, thin human would be stupid enough to lead the police to the pet hotel…in fact, I was praying that she was because if she didn’t, our plan would fail and the animals and Simba would remain as hostages.
The black car sped off road through a field and back onto the main road that led to the hotel! I could see the hotel from the roof and in less than 3 minutes we would be there. I prayed that the animals I had entrusted with Simba’s life had executed the plan we had put together without incident. The black car finally came to a screeching halt in front of the hotel and the tall, thin human, Edgardo and Henri jumped out and ran towards the doorway. The police car was only seconds behind;the officers jumped out and drew their weapons, “Put your hands where I can see them!” one officer shouted at the humans. I ran to the back of the pet hotel and saw the broken window…our plan had worked; I was sure Simba was safe.