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Glancing at the ground ahead, you notice that it is covered with a fine layer of dust. Your own feet leave noticeable tracks in this dust, yet there are no footprints across the playground or leading to the hut.
Certain that he is not hiding there, you turn to look elsewhere for clues to his whereabouts. Then, as you move away from the playground, a burst of automatic gunfire rings out from the other side of the site.
‘Rickenbacker’s found him,’ you whisper to yourself, and run back towards the parking lot.
