XXX [antikvár]

The ThrM ofthe Stunr Knowing he had another precious second or two of free action without having to worry about being gunned down, Xander leaped up and ran for the long, curving staircase next to the restaurant. If he could make his way to the bottom of the stairs, he felt certain he could reach the alley and the GTO before Kirill, the sniper, could pick him off. He ran for the metál handrail in the center of the stairs. Leaping into the air, he slapped the metál serving tray from the restaurant under his feet and landed balanced on the handrail. Thankfully, the serving tray was rigid enough to support his weight, and the rail was slick enough to provide the kind of surface he needed. The platter ground against the handrail as Xander rode the piece of metál like a skateboard. The screech of tortured metál echoed within the stairway area, and sparks shot out behind him. Bullets broke bricks and tore divots from the mortar, creating a rapid line of destruction that followed him down. At the bottom of the stairwell, Xander leaped into the air and let go of the serving platter. He dropped to the cobblestones as the platter clattered away. Kirill watched the stairs where Xander Cage had vanished, but he knew the moment had passed. The rage within him had locked on with talons as unforgiving as a hawk's. He has escaped.