He lunged toward a row of rusty shipping containers, smashing open a heavy door and darting between them.
With a grating sound of metal against metal, Maquiel slipped into the container's interior, narrowly avoiding yet another round of sniper fire from the Imperial agents.
Maquiel let out a long breath, his back pressed against the icy surface of the container wall, feeling his heart thumping violently in his chest.
From the depths of the shadowy alley, several figures clad in combat uniforms from the Empire's Special Operations Department moved swiftly forward.
The short-haired squad leader at the front cast a cold glance around and issued orders into a communicator.
"Captain Nikola, requesting support. Second squad, remain alert. The target has moved to Zone Four. Repeat, the target is now in Zone Four. Sniper team, get into position immediately. Capture him at all costs."
