You hear shouts behind you as the nondescript agents behind you tell you to put your hands in the air. You run faster, but you're not sure for how much longer. As you draw near a bridge over a dry ditch, somebody reaches out and grabs you, dragging you into a storm drainpipe. A hand claps over your mouth, and a rough voice whispers harshly to you. Shut up, and don’t you dare bite me. Don't get us caught! Jesus Christ, man, what did you do?! There's a million guys after you!
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