Vic was climbing the fire escape when he heard shouting, sounds of a struggle above him. He had been hoping he might have two more minutes, maybe even twenty-two, but his luck had run out. No time for stealth now.
He ran up the steps to the source, a second floor window, and kicked in the window with everything he had. A shower of glass preceded him into the room.
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He ran up the steps to the source, a second floor window, and kicked in the window with everything he had. A shower of glass preceded him into the room.
He was too late.