I left my friends house and decided to walk home (10 minute distance). It's 2 am, street lights dim and I got my earphones on jamming to reggae. I noticed midway a silver toyota camry slowing down to get a good look at me. by the head gestures and blurry figures, I clocked maybe 3 Islaamo. So I crossed the street and blended in with the dark scenery. The car stops at the entrance of my apartment just by the gate. I decided those noisy habro will not get the pleasure of knowing or not knowing my identity. Let the games start lol
Only a fool would walk straight into a trap like that, about 35 feet from contact still under the protection of the environment, I hopped a corner fence (about 3 foot) into my parking lot.
Unfortunately my quick gangsta move was spotted and they drove towards my direction. I have lived in this area for quite sometime, so the blueprints of the apartments is practically second nature to me. I live at the end of 3 buildings, based on how the pathway inside the complex was structured and giving that the Islaamo were in possession of a vehicle (unfair advantage), all odds were stacked against me.
I made a brilliant quick run in between cars and hid behind a van. The car slowly (like they were looking for a parking spot) passed me. I could hear multiple faint conversations but couldn't make any sense of it.
So far winning!
My little pause was put to good use, came up with an excellent save route. I looked around and they were gone, I get to walking, so far so good, not a soul or an idling engine in sight. Just as I got close to my building, I hear the car with the same sound approaching from a different area. I back tracked few steps and kept cover by neighbors until they passed. Now they were going .5 miles an hour just taking their sweet time.
Then I hear the neighbors coincidentally opening their door to let their guest out. To avoid another awkward confrontation, I was left with no choice but to walk out of my hideout and right into the waiting mexican stand off with the habros.
I put one knee down both palms placed on the sidewalk, the knee was gradually lifted and in a millisecond I bolted off like mo farah. Right passed the silver toyota camry, all they saw was wind and probably few leafs swirling midair. Im convinced they're convinced they saw a jinni.
Boy, I walked them stairs up like rocky balboa did and made it home as a champion
nothing better than an Advo story 
You're right, Advo stories are quite something, keep then coming 
dude why are you obsessed with islaamo? 
