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He heard soft footsteps behind him. That didn't bode well. Who would follow him, late at night and in this narrow alley in the middle of the notorious harbor district? Especially now, when he had pulled off the heist of a lifetime and was about to disappear with the loot! Had one of his countless colleagues had the same idea, watched him, and waited to now relieve him of the fruits of his labor?
 

Or did the footsteps behind him belong to one of the countless law enforcement officers in this city, and would the steel handcuffs snap shut around his wrists any moment? He could already hear the command to stop. He looked around frantically. Suddenly, he spotted the narrow passageway. He spun around instantly.