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littered with trash, both of the
non-corporeal and corporeal kind.
    I had to ditch
these men as soon as I could, I had to get away from old pale eyes
back there, and I had to get back to the true focus of my
mission.
    Leaping up
from my roll, I realised there was a recess in the wall several
feet in front of me. There was an open door just inside. I could
see a warm glow cascading out.
    I had to make
a quick decision. Unfortunately there didn't appear to be any safe
way onto the roof. Yet if I made my way up through the building, I
could eventually make it to a window, open it, clamber out, and
from there haul myself up to my sanctum—the roofs.
    But for all I
knew, the door would lead to a pub chock full of angry, drunk men,
just itching for the chance to chase around a poor bedraggled
woman.
    Decision
time.
    Doing just as
Doctor Esquire had taught me, I quickly weighed up every variable I
could assess. From the speed and the exact build of the men behind
me, to the sounds filtering out from the open door.
    I took a
single second. Then I whirled on my foot and angled towards the
door.
    I did not,
however, run through it. I was not that stupid. Instead I ducked
forward, thrust out a hand, and slammed the door closed.
    There was
precious little light filtering into this alleyway, and I had just
cut it by half. While I had no problem with my night vision, and
could see fine even at the darkest hour, the men behind me were not
the same.
    I heard one
stumble.
    Twisting
forward, keeping low to the ground at first, I now pushed into an
intense sprint. Fast. As fast as my heels could carry me without my
boots falling apart.
    Somebody said
something. Somebody gasped. I paid no attention to it. Now that I
had reduced the light in the alleyway, I was confident they would
not be able to see me properly, and if they could not see me well,
their minds could start playing tricks on them. Or at least that
would be what they thought as I finally found a windowsill low
enough to grab hold of and to clamber up. It was on the corner of
the building, and without thinking of it, I lurched to the side,
scrabbled around the edge of the building and latched hold of a
handy piece of jutting metal. Desperation pounding in my ears, I
flipped up, hooked my arm onto the gutter, and finally pulled
myself up and out of sight.
    This time I
did not pause. I did not lean over the side of the building to
stare down at the men as they searched around in confusion. I did
not stop because I would likely not like what I would see.
    Though I had
barely clapped eyes on the man, old pale eyes appeared smart. Canny
even. And as I now ran forward over the rooftop, his image haunted
my mind. So did his shout.
    For it still
rang out. In that thick, unmistakable brogue, he bellowed at the
cramped alleyway: ‘where did she go? Did you see her? Where did she
go?’
    I indulged in
a smile. He could shout all he wanted, but he would not find me. I
was above him, where I would stay. He may be wealthy, he may be
well to do, he may be dressed in the finest shoes and jacket, yet I
was still above him.
    I turned
sharply on my heel and made it to the side of the building, leaping
confidently over to the next gutter, pulling myself up without a
breath, rolling to my feet and continuing my sprint.
    As I ran into
the darkness, the flickering lights still below, my brow crumpled
itself in bitter disappointment. It reached into my gut, like a
tight fist curling around my stomach.
    I had lost the
child.
    I had run out
of time. Though I half closed my eyes and searched out with my
mind, pressing the special senses Doctor Esquire had given me into
the task, it was for nought. I could pick up nothing. No technology
whispered in my mind, other than that which was grafted within my
own body.
    Yet I did not
stop running. I made it off the roofs, and onto the wide road I
knew the suitable would have taken. There was still a trace of it.
Like a tantalising scent being pushed along by the