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Barkley grabbed the document and quickly ran towards the back door, as he heard the men trying to break open the front door.
He didn’t, however, hear anyone yell “police”, “FBI” or any identification whatsoever, which made him even more certain that he had to run.
Managing to arrive at his car, the journalist desperately drove away into the darkness of the night.
The white van quickly caught up to him, relentlessly chasing Barkley, as he tried his best to dodge incoming traffic.
One hot pursuit was now running wild in this small town, luckily causing almost no accidents, since traffic was pretty low during the night. Nevertheless, this was no walk in the park for Barkley. His heart was pounding his chest like never before. His breathing was heavy. His muscles were heavily contracted as he gripped the wheel Increasingly tighter.
The chase however, wouldn’t last very long, as the van got hit by another vehicle in an intersection.
Feeling much more relaxed now, Barkley decided that it was time to skip town.
“But where do I go now?”