Now quite hungry, Lino kept an eye out for a meal as he walked through the city streets. The place reminded him of Concord almost. Soon Lino wound up on a busy street, filled with shoppers and merchants selling their goods in little stands. [i]This is my chance,[/i] Lino thought as he walked into the crowd and tried to blend in. Stealth would be of utmost importance here. Silently he came up to a stand selling bread and pastries. The merchant was distracted, talking to a potential customer. All he had to do was get close enough, and- [i]Got it![/i] Lino silently cheered as he grabbed the small loaf of bread. He quickly turned and started back on his way, when a vice grip closed down on his wrist. Lino jumped and twisted around. A man glared at him and shouted something in French, gesturing angrily. Panicking, Lino tried his best to get free. If the police heard the commotion, he would be done for. Lino managed to yank his arm free and started running, dropping the bread on the ground. [i]I have to get out of here fast,[/i] he thought, his heart racing a million miles a minute.