Santiago didn’t know what to do. For the first time in his life, he was in real danger. The other time, he had seen his life passing by, in front of his eyes, without being able to do anything. But this time, at least he was going to try to escape.

Santiago opened the door to the helicopter and slammed his heels against the door as hard as he could. This caused the truck man to be pushed, and distanced himself so he could escape.

“Don’t even think that I’m going to give myself up alive without a fight.”

Santiago began to run desperately, in the middle of the darkness, approaching the forest that was beyond the road. Halfway there, before he knew it, he had already been caught by a strong, chubby arm. It wasn’t the truck man, but one of his friends.

“So you were thinking that Grocieti will come alone pick you up? He doesn’t walk alone, he’s always accompanied.”

“Let go of me, you want to kill me. Cowards, why don’t you come one at a time? Leave me alone! I have nothing to do with you!"