The Wall

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Moses watched the bleeding referee and the two guards. The fat man who had struggled to climb over the wall was having a hard time following the other two. The second guard took the lead, followed by the referee, who was holding his head with one hand and stretching one hand out in front of him to keep his balance. After taking cover behind a car parked outside a garage, they checked their surroundings and waited on number three.

On the one hand, this is good, Moses thought. The attention was no longer focused on him. Someone had done something else, so hunting him down was no longer as urgent as it had been. Retreat. Take the furthest route to the exit along the wall. Try to escape. On the other hand…

It might be good to know what was going on over there. Maybe it would be helpful for him to know what was so important. Helpful for his escape.

The shots died down.

Moses looked around. In the distance, the mail carrier was standing and chatting with somebody who was hidden by a tree. Impossible to tell who that might be. A Polo drove up beside the two of them, came to a stop. A window was lowered, brief exchange. The Polo drove on and stopped in front of a house. Nothing in sight the other way.

Moses ran across the street and down the one the other three had already taken. They had a major head start on him. He took the first opportunity to hide behind a large, mid-height bush.

There was one thing he needed to avoid at all costs: The other three shouldn’t see that he was following them.