Before the vehicles have come to a halt, you're on the move again, hunched over as you dart into the mall. Out of the corner of your eye, you spot at least one more truck loaded with men rolling into the lot, as others begin to jump out of the rest and start heading for the mall. You could swear you had seen at least one of them pointing your way as you headed in.
You curse as you dash through the door, cutting immediately back to the side to get out of the doorway. Surprisingly, no shots follow you, though an excited shout or two can be heard from the parking lot.
With no time to lose, you hustle deeper into the mall, heading in the direction of Eddie's office. As you run, however, you can hear the shouts of the men and the heavy trod of their boots as they follow you over the slaps of your feet against the tile floor. They're faster, and closer, than you thought, and they definitely noticed your entry.
You have seconds to make a decision. They don't seem to know exactly where you are, just that you're there. Turn and confront them, make for your gear, or hide in one of the shops, and wait for them to pass?
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