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or braked sharply to avoid us. It seemed my new name was fuck, nut, or jerk.
I didn't acknowledge anybody, even the ones who'd saved our lives by
braking; I just kept on running.
Kelly was screaming. The traffic scared her as much as the running. All
her young life she'd probably been warned about playing near the road, and
here she was on a grown-up's back, cars and trucks swerving all around her.
Crossing the railings at the far side, I was also starting to worry.
Kelly was slowing me down, without a doubt, and I still had quite a distance
to run to get to safety. I ducked and weaved through the parking lot, using
the height of the pickups and minivans to block us from their view.
At the far right of the mall I could see a computer super store, Comp
USA and that was where I headed. There's always a good chance that a large
store on a corner site will have more than one entrance. I expected there to
be one on the other side, maybe at the rear, so even if they saw me going
in, they'd have problems.
I knew the store would be hard for them to deal with, because I'd had
to do this sort of thing myself in Northern Ireland.
If a player went into a shopping center, we would send only one guy in
with him, then rush to seal up all the exits. It was hard enough when we
knew a target, let alone having to find and identify him. If he was doing
anti surveillance drills, he could go up an elevator, leave by one exit, go
back in through another and up an elevator two floors, down one floor, then
wander out into a parking lot, and he's gone. If these boys were
professional, they'd start sealing the exits as soon as they saw where I'd
gone. I;had to be quick.
We went in through the wide automatic doors. The store had aisles and
aisles of office equipment, computers, and software. I went past the
checkout counters without taking a cart, still with Kelly on my back. The
place was packed. I was standing there drenched with sweat, chest heaving up
and down as I fought for breath. Kelly was crying. People started looking at
us.
Kelly moaned, "I want to get down now!"
"No, let's just get out of here."
I took a look behind and could see two men coming across the parking
lot. In their suits they looked very much like plainclothes police, and they
were running purposefully toward the store; they'd be heading to block off
the exits. I had to put in some angles, had to get that confusion going.
I ran down a couple of aisles crammed with CD ROM games, turned right,
and ran along the exterior wall, looking for an exit. Fuck it, there wasn't
one. The warehouse seemed to be one big sealed unit. I couldn't go back out
the way I'd come in, but if I didn't find another exit, I was going to spend
the rest of the day running around the shop in circles.
One of the young assistants looked at me, turned away, and went
trotting down the aisle, obviously looking for the manager or a security
guard. Seconds later two men in shirtsleeves with name badges started to
approach us.
"Yes, excuse me? Can we help you?" all very polite, but in fact meaning
" What the fuck are you doing in our store? " There was no time to answer. I
ran toward the rear of the store, looking for loading bays, emergency doors,
open windows, anything. At last I saw the sign I was hoping to see: