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"Shhhhhh. Gotta boogie. Be quiet," he whispered, picking her up, as is, over his shoulder, chair an all, as if she were a rug. She was trying to say, "Untie me, I can help," but that went nowhere with the sock still in her mouth. "What the fuck!" was clearly came clearly from behind, but Frank didn't look back as he hurried to get away with his prize - a strangely occupied seat downside up over his shoulder. The television was lighter. Stairs! Damn. The way out was blocked. The way up was not. So it was up. Running up stairs he turned and pointed his gun stopping the hand that was just about to end his retreat. "BANG!" he yelled. "BANG!" That, a kick and a pisser of a startle and his pursuer went headlong down the stairs toppling two others. As he spotted and jolted through an emergency exit to a fire escape, he could hear even as the door was closing, "Bang?" Three guys were arguing as they regained themselves, "You fucking fall down to a guy yelling Bang?" Frank was already to the ladder which glided easily enough down to the pavement. Shannon was face down with her eyes bumping up against the two belted guns. She too was saying "Bang?" though through her nose, it sounded like "hnnanhnn?" "No. .. time .. he ran back across the front of the building past the very door he had entered thinking they'd guess the opposite. They did but hadn't gotten far arguing over being dropped by a nutcase yelling bang. All this might have been interesting but gas takes long, "Thank God!", he panted, Shannon had no idea what he was thank God-ing about. He was more afraid of how long the gas had been flowing than whoever said, What the fuck. She was hrummmmfffing to get his attention. "Not yet," he panted over and over running full out with his shouldered prize round into that alley way alongside