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Loaded Questions
He drove his bike through the streets, using one hand to steer while the other held his phone, following the directions from the site.“Should I call Butcher now or not?” he muttered to himself.He continued riding until it was 11 a.m.“I hope I get there soon,” he said, then increased the speed of his bike.After a while, the time was already 2 p.m. He finally reached the location the tracker pointed to. It led him to a place where people were drinking, where they usually sat—a spot filled with a bunch of parked bikes.“Is this the location? I hope this thing’s right… that this is where Gina and Ella are?” he said to himself. “I don’t know them. There’s a chance they’ve been kidnapped. There’s a chance they haven’t. I don’t know the kind of life they live. They might live rough… I just don’t know.”He got off his bike, holding the suitcase in one hand and his phone in the other. He unbuttoned the jacket of his suit. From the back pocket on the right side, he pulled out two grenades a
Nothing Adds Up
I hope I’m wrong, Dane thought. But what if they were kidnapped?The house was too still. Too staged. Nothing looked ransacked. Even the cracked door—it didn’t fit. Like someone had tried to make it look like no one had been here… but missed the details.Did the kidnappers clean up after themselves?He moved through the open door in the hallway, the one the wounded dog had been guarding. Another door stood at the end—closed, quiet. He stepped toward it and pushed it open.A bedroom.Everything was in place. The bed was made. A folded hoodie lay at the foot. No signs of a struggle.Too perfect.He backed out slowly and returned to the living room. Something still felt off.He turned toward the kitchen, just a few steps away. Inside, it was clean—but not spotless. The air held the faint, stale scent of food long untouched.He walked to the fridge and opened it. Inside, a pack of frozen chicken breasts and a few half-full bottles of drinks. He crouched and touched the freezer lining. Sti
The House with No Answer
After a 45-minute ride, Dane finally reached the address. He pulled up in front of a weathered, run-down house. Shutting off the engine, he stepped off the bike, grabbed the suitcase, and popped it open. Inside, a Glock. He loaded it quickly, slid it into his right hand, and gripped the suitcase in his left.He moved toward the compound, slow and alert. His eyes swept the surroundings—no movement, no sound. Just silence and overgrowth. The front garden was wild, choked with weeds and long-dead plants.At the main door, he knocked. Once. Twice. Three times. No answer.Then a dog barked from somewhere inside.“So there’s a dog in here… not sure if anyone else is,” he muttered.He pulled out his phone and called Butcher.The line connected fast.“You there already?” Butcher asked. “Have you started? Moved in?”“Yes, sir,” Dane said. “I’m at the location. Doesn’t look like anyone’s here, but I’m not sure.”“You’re right to be cautious,” Butcher replied. “Listen, I forgot to send you a few
One Word Away
As he caught the suitcase, it bent slightly in his grip. He opened it.Dane was annoyed—really, really annoyed—but he didn’t say another word. He began loading the guns, bullets, and everything he needed into the suitcase. Once it was all packed, he closed it with a sharp click.He stood up, ready to leave. Jimmy was still staring at him, that smug look glued to his face.Dane walked toward the door. But just as he reached it, he paused. He didn’t push it open right away. Instead, he turned slightly and looked back at Jimmy.With his hand on the doorknob, he said, “After I come back from this mission… I promise you—if you ever act this way toward me again, I won’t let it slide.”Jimmy leaned back in his chair, that same smirk tugging at his lips. “That’s only if you survive.”Dane didn’t respond. He turned the knob and walked out. As he stepped into the hallway, he saw Jota standing beside the door.you’re always everywhere,” Dane said.“Please, sir. Let me carry your suitcase,” Jota
You Won’t Survive
Jimmy watched Dane. It was the eyes—eyes of someone who wasn’t just confident, but carried something deeper. This wasn’t arrogance. It was something else.“We’ve been talking for too long,” Jimmy said. “Well, today’s the day. You’re not going to survive. I’m sure of that.”Dane interrupted. “Okay. We’ll see. We’ll see if I survive or not.”Both of them stood up. They moved closer until their boots were almost touching. Their fists were clenched, and they faced each other with silent tension.“So you think I’m not going to survive?” Dane asked.“I don’t think you’re just going to fail,” Jimmy said. “Let me be clear—you’re going to die. You’ll die on this mission, and I’ll be the one attending your funeral.”“You fool,” Dane snapped. “Who the hell do you think you are, you bastard? You smell like shit.”Dane tightened his fist, ready to throw a punch at Jimmy. But just then, a knock sounded on the door.Both men froze.“Who is it?” Jimmy asked.“It’s me—Jota,” the voice answered. “You c
Mission of No Return
As Dane reached the room, Jota opened the door for him, and he stepped inside. He looked at Jimmy. The room fell into silence before Jimmy finally broke it. He was sitting with his hands resting on his desk, his head tilted forward. Without a word, he gestured to Dane.Dane walked over and opened the travel bag. Inside were all sorts of weapons—some he had never seen before. There was even a sniper rifle, a smoke screen, and nearly every other piece of equipment he could think of. He kept staring, then looked up at Jimmy.“So what about the car you said you were going to prepare for me?” Dane asked.“I spoke with Butcher. He said we shouldn’t give you a car—you’re too good at riding bikes,” Jimmy replied.Dane paused, disappointed. I really wanted to ride a car. I’m sure it would’ve been an exotic one. But now they’re saying I can’t even get that? he thought.Then he said aloud, “Okay.”“You want to take all the guns? Everything?” Jimmy asked.“No,” Dane replied. “It’s going to be too
