He whipped his head towards his front door, but it remained steadfastly on its hinges. How much time did that leave him? He needed to leave, now, before his apartment was breached, if it wasn't being breached already. He stopped for a moment, gazing in horror out his window and across the way as even more SWAT team members forced their way into his friend's apartment. He scrambled across his apartment, between the myriad computers, all now executing purges and self-destruct sequences, grabbed his laptop off of his bed, nearly yanked the electrical socket out of the wall along with the charger, stuffed both things into his backpack and ran back into the main room. Trolling through his mind, reaching for the location, after a fevered moment, it came to him the bedroom, he had left it in the bedroom! He hit a few buttons to initiate the file transfer and he moved on. The program had started successfully and Kumail had moved onto the next computer, grabbing a small zip file off his desk and jamming it into his secondary laptop. The enter key he had punched with his right hand was now stuck in its depressed state, but that didn't matter. Kumail hit the enter key on two separate keyboards with such force that he broke one.
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