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ColeyskiComment by K3Master: He ran for it, as fast as his feet would carry him, his hair flying astray, his bag threatening to tumble from his shoulder. He clung to it desperately and raced for the train, its speed threatening to become faster than he, and they were right on his heels.
With tears of frustration, and his breath coming in short tortured gasps, he finally caught up to the back of the final car. It was now pulling away, faster and faster, and he was in danger of flagging, missing the ladder, missing his chance at freedom.
A shout from behind him, closer than it should have been, and he dug deep and found one final burst of strength and energy. His speed increased, the ladder came within reach, he leaped for it.
The train powered away, reaching full speed now, and thundered down the tracks towards whatever destination it was bound to. The pursuers slowed down to a stop, and stood there out of breath, cursing, and watched as their quarry waved to them from the back of the car, clinging to the ladder.
They had lost him this time, but they wouldn't give up. They would never give up.
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