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fire exit. I ran at it, pushed it open, and the alarm went off.
We were outside. We were on a platform, obviously used for deliveries,
where trucks could back in and unload.
I ran down the four or five metal stairs and hit the ground.
As I started to run to the left I shouted at Kelly to hold tight.
The rear of the shopping mall was deserted, just a long stretch of
administration areas, with Dumpsters, bins, and even a trailer detached from
its truck and being used as a storeroom. There were piles of cardboard boxes
and bulging trash bags everywhere, a day's worth of garbage. Beyond the
blacktop was a chain-link fence surrounding the whole area, and probably
about fifteen feet high. Then vacant ground with trees and bushes. On the
other side of that, I guessed, would be more parking and more stores.
I felt like a trapped rat. I had only two exits now, the access roads
at either end of the long line of stores. I couldn't get over the fence
with Kelly on my back; if I tried to throw her over, she'd break her legs. I
started to run to the left, along the rear of the stores, heading toward one
of the access roads. It was no good they'd had too much time to react; the
road would be sealed.
I had to make a decision quickly. I moved toward one of the collection
areas of Dumpsters bagged-up garbage, and card board boxes.
I lifted her from my back and positioned her in among it all, throwing
boxes over the top of her and moving others to fill in the gaps on each
side.
She looked at me and started to cry.
I said, "Disneyland, Kelly! Disneyland!"
She stared at me, tears rolling down her cheeks, and I threw a couple
of boxes over the top.
"I'll be back, I promise."
As I ran I looked at the trailer that was right up against the fence.
It was a huge thing, the height of a truck. Without fifty pounds of young
girl on my back, running toward it was like floating on air. At last I was
in control. I felt as if I'd lost a ball and chain.
I sprinted like a maniac, using the cover of the bins and Dumpsters. I
suddenly spotted the trunk of a car jutting out from one of the loading
bays. It was a mid-1980s model, not one of the cars that had been chasing
me. I'd check the ignition for keys, and if I was out of luck, I'd cross the
open ground to the container.
A truck was parked up near another loading bay. I started to run past
it. A guy was running full tilt the other way, and we smashed our heads
together. We both went down.
"Shit!" I looked at him through blurred eyes. He had a suit on. There
was no way I was going to take a chance. I staggered to my feet and charged
at him, banging him up against the car. He tried to wrap himself around me.
As I was pushing into him I could feel with the side of my face that
his body was solid. This fucker had covert body armor on.
I pinned him up against the car, moved back a step, and pulled my
weapon, flicking on the laser sight with my thumb.
Then, dazed, I sank back to my knees. I was seeing stars and my head
was spinning; he was probably in exactly the same state. He looked down at
me, confused, trying to make a decision. I aimed the sight onto his face.