I'm running. I'm running over the cobblestones and trying not to trip and my breath is getting ragged by now. Good ol' Jacky Faber knows how to get away from anybody, but this time I just might not make it, I'm a-thinking as I try to get my bearings. I have no idea where I am. Shoulda learned my way around today, shoulda laid low, shoulda

But shoulda doesn't matter so much now, as I feel the man's steps getting closer behind me.

I reach inside and find more energy and more speed and I'm running past alleyways and into shadows and my foot caught on a stone back there and my legs are feeling like stone and I make all sorts of crazy turns just to get away. Doesn't matter if I'm lost, only that I get away. I am not going back to the intelligence branch. The footsteps seem to be gone… no, they're just a little further away…

I think back to how this started…