My target was running. I could hear his footsteps hitting hard upon the asphalt in the silence of the night, expertly making his way through the city's streets. I was chasing him. Why did they always have to run? My heart was beating so hard I could swear my eardrums would explode... I hate being so out of shape.
My target on the other hand didn't seem to tire at all. Of course not. He probably was an ex-marathon runner, or maybe a circus clown, I don't know. Maybe he had experience escaping the taxman. All I know is that he was really, annoyingly fast.
Suddenly he took the Twenty-Second Street. That was a mistake... unlike most of the city
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