He peeked around the door frame. They were still following
him. The men had stopped at the hallway intersection and were listening, trying
to determine which way he had gone. He pulled his head back and looked around
the room, assuming he had at least a few minutes before they started moving his
way. As he searched for anything that might be useful, he could hear footsteps
echoing down the corridor. It sounded like they were getting farther away.
There was a window that looked like it could be forced. He
didn’t have a crowbar, so searched for a substitute.
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