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The Escape

Jimmy Doyle had just gotten out of the shower and was relaxing on the sofa. The lights glowed a yellowish colour. The walls were painted white, with expensive paintings on the wall. The air smelled of delicious food that he had ordered for room service. He was at a five star hotel called 'The Dynasty' in Hong Kong. Far from home, alone, he was on vacation. Mr. Doyle's job was a National Informant, he transferred critical information from place to place. He looked out the window, the sky flashed now and then and rain poured from the clouds. 'Something felt wrong today' he thought. At that moment there was a knock on the door. It was the bellboy, he said that there were some guests coming.
Mr. Doyle wasn't expecting any guests. He put his clothes on and sat at the table, then waited. Few minutes later there was a knock, he walked up and cracked the door open, on the other side stood a man named Yuri, a Russian informant, he had some furious looking men with him. Jimmy new what this was, they had come to kidnap him. As one of the men tried to reach for him, he got a wine bottle in his reach a smashed it over his head. He slammed the door shut and locked it. Now he had a few seconds before they broke the door open. He looked around for an escape route. Jimmy saw the fire escape. The large window that blocked Jimmy's way to the fire escape had a lock from the inside, and that key was in the kitchen. Jimmy knew that there was not enough time. Jimmy glanced and charged shoulder first. The window shattered into a million pieces and it flew everywhere. He could feel his shoulder bleeding but he didn't care, he had to run to survive.

The stairs led up to the roof and that was his only choice, he climbed the stairs with all his life. As he climbed the stairs he could hear the Hong Kong traffic below him. The sky flashed with lightning and he got wet from the rain. Rain poured on him as if he was taking a shower, he was wet to the bones. The night view of Hong Kong was amazing. Then he remembered that people were trying to kill him. The roof had no other exit. Looking around he had to jump to the building next to the hotel. Jimmy took a breath as he stepped back. His arms pumped and legs sprinted. as he got nears the edge he jumped and leaped into the air, he saw the city below him. He broke to the ground. His body ached from the crash. The roof he had landed on was a roof of an apartment. He scrambled up and limped to the stars that leaded down. The sign read 11th floor. He walked down further ending up on the 9th floor. The corridor was dimly lit and had a queasy smell. Shadows gulped Jimmy up. There was an elevator at the end of the corridor. He walked as fast as his aching legs would carry him towards the elevator and pressed the weapon. As the door opened he heard the Russians shouting. He didn't have to know what it meant, they were coming down the stairs. He limped into the elevator and pressed for first floor. The door closed and he let out a sigh of relief. The elevator lurched and started to carry him down. Jimmy got out of the elevator as the door opened on the first floor. He had ended up at a dark alleyway. There was a decision to be made. He could run right towards the city. He could go into the next building using a door across him. He could could go and hide in some dumpsters a couple of meters away to his left. His life depends on your choice. And the footsteps grew louder behind him every second.

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