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From - "Searching"
It was gaining on him, drawing closer and closer with his every
step. He ran through streets, back alleys, up and down stairs and
ramps, through loading docks, shopping centre car parks, finally making
it to the outskirts of town. All of the time it was never more than
ten or so metres away. Gavin's heart was pounding so hard, he thought
it would explode at any minute. He ran for his life, lungs expanding
to their limits to take in all the oxygen they could hold. His muscles
were so exhausted, only his brain could motivate him to carry on.
Just when Gavin thought he could no longer go on, he came to
a big metal bridge. He dived underneath it, crawled up the bank and
nudged himself between two metal girders.
It was 2 o' clock in the afternoon on a dull spring day, visibility was clear yet his pursuer stopped. It seemed confused. Its tracking devices had lost the signal. It stayed completely still for five minutes then it began to move again. It ascended the bank, as always making no sound as it went, travelled over the bridge then descended down the opposite bank. Here it stayed, again for exactly five minutes. When it started to move again, it did so in various patterns - search patterns.
Gavin watched it from his hiding place. He noticed that every so often it would traverse about a hundred metres across the field, thus a hundred metres away from the bridge also. Gavin figured that when it was at this distance, he would have a good chance of being able to make a run for it. He waited for his pursuer to initiate |