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Charley's lungs burned, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop couldn't stop because if he did they'd catch him. And he refused to be caught. He wouldn't. And if he ever, ever was well - he would take as many of the bastards with him as he could do.
Skidding around the corner, sneaker tread squealing on the concrete, Charley's shoulder slammed into the wall before he continued his momentum. There was an open door - a garage maybe? - and the brunet dashes toward it, bag thumping against his back.
Crashing through the door, he snags the closure on the way in and yanks, hard. There's another man there. Charley's scared him, no doubt. "Man, find somewhere and fuckin' hide. Now!"













