Just then three Suits came flying down the other side of the escalator. I ducked and one of the hulks instinctively put his gym bag on my head while the other took one step up to block any sight of me. I couldn’t see anything. Then the guy with the bag on my head said, “Uh oh.”

I was too scared to stand up and look around. “What is it?” I said, trying to keep the panic out of my voice. “Are they coming back up to get me?” My heart was pounding, and I was getting ready to sprint.

“Nope. Worse . . . ” PLRRRRRPPPPPP!!!!!

The two jar heads went into hysterics.

“Oh man, that was the breakfast burrito!”

I just got blasted at close range . . . and the smell was awful! Still, it was pretty awesome listening to these twenty-something gym rats laugh hysterically. I was pretty sure that the fart never stopped being funny.

When we got to the top of the escalators, I stepped out of the station and took a deep breath. Fresh air.

I quickly thanked the two muscle guys and began formulating a plan on the run. I knew I didn’t have much time to hide, so I started sprinting down Fiftieth Street until I got to Rockefeller Center. That place was always crowded, and I could easily get lost in the sea of people.

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