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Message: <blockquote data-quote="loxmyth" data-source="post: 774511" data-attributes="member: 1255">Monday, 6:04pmOn the streets, South SideThinking quickly, Macario pushed open the other door and then darted behind the stack of beers, hopefully out of sight.  Hunching down in this dirty room, the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, he placed his spread hands against the crates he was using as cover.  Hands that still smarted at the points where they had been torn away.  He prayed to God above that the sounds of his deep, ragged breathing were only so loud and obvious to him alone.His hope is that he's hidden enough that his pursuer will think he ran out the door.  Failing that and he's discovered, he'll push the crates with all his might on the man and then make a break for the door.</blockquote>