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Post by Galadare on Jan 12, 2006 1:16:37 GMT -5
As you head upstairs, you hear what sounds like a woman screaming. You begin taking the steps four at a time. You, soon reach the third floor landing with the Spaniard on your heels.
The balcony ahead of you is flanked on either side by a corridor leading deeper into the building. "I'll take the left," the Spaniard says and sprints in the appropriate direction. He shouts back, "If I find them first, you owe me lunch!"
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