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He heard quiet footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the infamous harbour district? Just when he'd done the thing of his life and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched and waited for him, only to relieve him of the fruits of his labour?

Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and the steel figure eight around his wrists was about to snap shut? He could already hear the order to stop. He looked around in a hurry. Suddenly he caught sight of the narrow passageway. In a flash, he turned to the right and disappeared between the two buildings. He almost fell over the overturned rubbish bin that lay in the middle of the path.

He tried to feel his way in the darkness and froze: apparently there was no other way out of this small courtyard than the passageway he had come through. The footsteps grew louder and louder and he saw a dark figure round the corner. His eyes wandered feverishly through the darkness of the night, searching for a way out. Was it really all over now, had all the effort and preparations been in vain? He pressed himself tightly against the wall behind him and hoped that his pursuer would miss him, when suddenly a door next to him swung back and forth in the night wind with a barely perceptible squeak. Could this be the desperately longed-for way out of his dilemma? Slowly, he moved towards the open door, always pressed close to the wall. Would this door be his salvation? He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alleyway in the middle of the city centre?