He increased the force of his grab "Look, pal, some people still have work to do. Now if you just rela-"
I hit him. Swung at him with all my strength, hitting him right at the head. His grip loosened as he fell to the floor. I don't have time. Screech. It was the metal door, it was here! I climbed into the truck, the engine was dim. I pushed the key but nothing happened. It has an ignition code! I can't use this truck! I left the truck and ran to the wall.
There must be a door! Something I can use to get away. I kept fumbling through the darkness, feeling the walls for anything that resembles a knob. I was running out of time. Turning another corner and still not finding anything. There was silence. Did it give up? I fell down and hurried into the corner of the room. The walls made me feel a bit safer. I wiped the sweat from my forehead with my shirt. Screech. It is at the second door! I looked around. Only thing I could see was the light of the truck. I ran there, feeling around it and climbing the back, closing the door behind me. The truck was filled with square objects made of wood.
I made my way to the back and waited. Where's my bar? I lost it! I can't defend myself. I couldn't hear a thing. How long have I been there? Minutes? Hours? It doesn't matter. I'm going to die soon! Nothing I can do about it now. I kept waiting, each second ticking signaled another shallow breath and a few more powerful heartbeats.
Clank. It was at the door. That was it. The end. Light spilled in as the door swayed open. I could see behind it the hanger door was wide open, it was morning.
"Hey jim! There's someone here!" A cop! I made it!
"I have a meeting with Mr. Grey" The man was wearing one of these fancy lawyer suits, making him look evil and useful at the same time. The clerk checked her books and pointed him towards the door. A security guard escorted him into one of the cells.
"I brought you newspaper."
"Why would I care about a damn newspaper?" I asked. "Aren't you supposed to get me out of here?"
"It's not as easy as that. And I think you'll want to check this one out."
The front page title was 'Hanger murder'. The subtitle went 'One victim at the Old-House hanger, a suspect was already arrested by the police'.
"Yeah, great. Isn't that why you're here?"
"Read on, Read on"
I wasn't sure what I was searching for, but I continued anyway. Then I found it. 'According to the police the suspect killed the victim with a metal bar. The police didn't explain the broken window in the second-story manager's room, where the suspect allegedly made his entrance.'
"I told you."
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