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Slipping the gun from his pocket Walter held the pistol at his side as he peered over Abigail's shoulder at the strangers behind the phone booth. Walter's memory also flashed back to the similar experience that he had shared with Abagail several years before.

Luckily, Walter had made arrangements for a chauffeured vehicle to be parked at airport's main door, just in case the two of them were forced to exit the building in haste. The main doors were relatively close to where Walter and Abigail were standing and so Walter decided that they should make a break for it.

The unknown assailants standing behind the booth had sensed that the two scholars might choose to run, and so with each step that she and Walter made the strangers stepped also. Walter was slowly walking backward with Abigail facing him as she also traveled toward the doors.