What I hope will be Chapter One.

“Come on, Lukas, they’ve almost boxed us in!” I paused under the low ceiling of a canal bridge to let my older brother catch up. I tried to control his panting, dredging up what my old martial arts instructor had taught me because I knew that the circling drones of the Garda would zero in on the warmth of my escaping breath.
( It gets better, but not for our hero. )