he noticed that there were not many escape routes out of there. The only exit available once he entered was out the back door, and that set another alarm ringing in his mind - an unknown variable. What lay on the other side was anyone’s guess.
His mind races, calculating the odds and lining up possible decisions, as it always does:
Running should always be a last option… and even then, it should be a planned escape. Better to either neutralise the threat or remain unseen and let it pass by unaware. Damn it…
He decides to enter the store however as the atmosphere in the street grows more tense. Outside was a definite danger, inside… less so. But he’d still watch for a moment, he wanted to observe them.