Turkey

 It was unlocked when I got there he said, a lie he told the foreman standing around him. His path of Escape temporarily blocked by their presence. The truth of how he access the locker known only to himself. The Taking of cash leaving the wallet going through its belongings the passport nothing else of use. They had attract him down faster than he thought and whose stupid enough to leave all that camera gear and drown out in the open in the first place she thought. Potter's Aerror had been ignoring his intuition to leave after liberating the valuables of this sucker of the man. And fled to another city he had become as complacent as his victim. Only a few hours earlier. Potter had arrived in Turkey a few weeks before. Hitchhiking from Romania across the massive country with ease. The generosity and concern from the locals a truly refreshing tone. As he crossed the bridge and Istanbul.

Potter climbs tthe steep embankment on all fours the Mediterranean Coastline to his right the small Turkish coastal town below. His backpack is only hindrance as he listens for signs of others after him. His heart racing adrenaline pumping. He crawl through the forest around him. Tall Pines standing all around as his hands claw through the Fallen needles and soil his feet giving away as the dirt shifts beneath each passing step. He was surrounded below as he heard the voices call out to each other. They were searching for him. Vengeance their goal. His only hope from whatever wrath awaits him below was to push forward up over the crest of the mountain before him. Massive boulders protruding under the shadows of the forest around him. A shelter, a hiding place obstructing obstructing The View below. As he takes a breath Potter knows he must move forward, do not stop, his mind demands as he continues his climb.

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