Urban Runner

Max:
Daylight at last. I took a deep breath of fresh air already imagining myself sprawl dowm on my comfy sofa with a glass of my best whiskey in my hand. And yet I had to face the facts. As soon as they found my ID papers at the sauna, all cops in Eupore would be breathing down my neck. And once they would hold me in for Marcos's murder, I would soon go to hell and get help from American embassy.

[First line]

Max:
I've always been a little absent-minded. I'm not sure if I got it from my honorable forefathers or maybe there was just a bad planetary alignment on the day I was born. Whatever. This cost me my life several times. Last time it happened when I'd gone to see Tony Marcos, a big time trafficker I wanted the information from in exchange for a film that looked kind of shady. I was right knowing the idiot got himself bumped off without warning me first under the circumstances I thought I'd better not hang around at the scene of a crime. I had a wrecking with my absent-mindedness. So there I was wearing cloth that didn't fit right on the run from a homicidal maniac with my only hope in hell to run very fast.