5th and Howard
He ran out of Burlington Coat Factory low, ducking under the yellow “Danger!” tape. His hair was just long enough to be nappy, with either gray or dirt around his temples. His 49ers windbreaker was old and weathered, and his jeans were the same. He looked right when he exited the door and ran left, ducking past the bus stop and sticking close to the parked cars.
About five full seconds after he left, two burly, but short, guys ran out after him. Another short guy, this one dressed in a three piece suit and looking like management, followed them out. One split right, hooking around the corner and looking for him. The one in the tight white t-shirt scanned across the street, up the block, and to the left before finally spotting the man in the jacket. He yelled something and ran after the man in the jacket.
The 49ers fan broke right, out into traffic, and jetted across the street on a long diagonal. He turned and ran backwards, flapping the tails of his jacket with his arms. When the burly guy got within spitting distance, he turned back around and ran full-out. When they were half a block down, the suit called for the burly guy to come back. On the third shout, the burly guy finally listened and jaywalked back across the street.
