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Milan pulled down the handle on the door and pulled it towards him, the paintwork on the doorframe catching as the door finally gave way with a small thud. He peered through the gap and down the corridor. The coast was clear.
He signalled to Zoran, and opened the door.
They’d decided it was best to leave their rucksacks in the room. All they had was a spare change of clothes and a couple of chocolate bars. Nothing that couldn’t be replaced. Being caught walking down the corridor with all their belongings would look far too suspicious. They had to be careful how they handled this. The girl at the front desk would be easy enough to overpower. Then it was just a case of taking the keys off her and letting themselves out.
They’d both been champion sprinters in their school back home, an
