His shoes hit the pavement hard, the air sharp against his skin. Breathe shallow. Fast. Frantic.
He turned right, scanning the street, eyes wild, hair dishevelled from the run. Nothing. His chest rose, sharp and quick. Then turned his left. And there. There. The door of the cab was just shutting.
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