Sinclair had just stolen from a store down in the deeper levels of Sector B. He's wearing a mask to hide his face, as well as a long coat. He's currently running through an alleyway hoping he'll lose the escort of inquisitors on his tail. He stops for a moment to catch his breath. Sh- Shit... He says wiping sweat off of his forehead. Sure are persistent aren't they. (Do whatever past here.)
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