| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - A few moments before he reached the exit he heard the sounds of harsh breathing and the dull clunk of heavy boots behind him.He cast a brief glance over his shoulder and was greeted by a pissed looking Alex, one arm dangling limply, a Berretta clenched in loose fist, the other hand thrown over what he assumed was a wound on her bicep.
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