IC: As Stan started moving his pace, he heard more squelching. He quickly stopped to see a Glukkon voicephone. Maybe Don Glock's honcho's communicated with him here? He had no time to ponder as many Fleeches started gathering. He sped off down the swers straight afterwards. They would catch up eventually. That is, unless they were gathering ahead of him...oh buggar. He got increasingly worried and went down onto four feet and ran at top speed, past Fleeches that were trying to ambush him. One og a hold on his arm, which he then smacked on the floor and it was soon left behind. He then finally saw some stairs, and charged up them. The numbers of Fleeches dropped, and he evtnually found a large, hard door. He found it locked. he attempted to smash through it. It creaked loudly. He rammed it a few more times until it gave way. He went out into...a shopping mall. Various people stared at him, of the ones that were there. "Uh...hi?" he gave a vague wave, 'shut' the door again and walked off into the bathroom hastily. He found a private cubicle and said into the phone quickly "I'll explain more later, but I'm in rather an awkward predicament. Guards may be sent, I dunno. I came up in the friggin' mall. Who knows what they think of me? Tell me what to do. Fast"
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