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Six months or Six bullets
Dawn stood there in silence after Perez finished speaking, her mind working rapidly to digest and process everything he had just said.Beside her, Blake watched her intently. His gaze never left her face as he prayed inwardly—desperately—for her to say yes. A silent plea echoed through his mind: Please agree. Please…But after a few long moments of heavy silence, she finally spoke."I'm sorry," Dawn said, her voice calm yet firm. "But my decision hasn’t changed since the last time. I won’t get myself involved in this." Her tone was resolute, final."But why?" Perez asked, confusion creeping into his expression. Her hesitation had given him hope—he truly thought she would agree this time.Dawn’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Because it’s too dangerous. Too risky. I already put my life on the line for months trying to catch the Hunter. I nearly lost my life doing that, and now I’m in here because of him. I can’t take another risk like that. Not again.""Exactly!" Perez leaned forward, frustr
One last risk
Perez remained crouched inside the narrow, stinking passage after Blake left, his back pressed against the damp wall. He waited patiently, his eyes fixed upward, the faint light from above barely illuminating the mold-streaked walls around him. A few moments later, Blake reappeared at the top of the hole. Without saying a word, he tossed a thick rope down into the shaft. Perez grinned, immediately gripping the rope with both hands. Blake braced himself and began pulling. With a grunt and a heave, Perez was hoisted up and out of the tunnel. As he emerged, the damp, rotten smell of the passage gave way to the dry, dusty air of the outside. He took a breath and glanced around. They were in the backyard of a building—filthy, cluttered with waste, broken crates, rusted scraps of metal, and piles of old, tattered fabric. Rats scurried in the shadows. The place was a graveyard of forgotten things. From where they stood, muffled voices could be heard drifting from inside the building—fe
I'm in
“We haven’t forgotten what you did, Blake,” Perez said, his voice turning cold and firm. “You once worked for Jordan. You killed for him. To save your own skin, you did things that made the rest of us sick. And you know what Chief Jim did when he found out? He forgave you. He could’ve put a bullet in your head. God knows you deserved it. But he didn’t. He let it slide. He showed mercy when he didn’t have to.”Perez pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing as they bore into Blake’s.“This... this is your chance to repay that.”He straightened again, squaring his shoulders as if delivering a verdict. “Jordan killed Jim’s son. Right in front of him. Shot him like an animal. We’re not just doing this for ourselves, Blake. We’re doing it for him. So get off the damn fence and pick a side. Let’s break out of here and kill that son of a bitch.”Blake went mute again, jaw clenched, and his eyes clouded with torment.He didn’t need the reminder. The guilt had never left. It gnawed at him every
Convincing your comrade
Blake paused his digging after hearing those words.He stood upright with a slow, stiff motion, his muscles sore from the day’s relentless toil. The shovel dropped to his side, its metal head sinking slightly into the dry, sunbaked soil. Raising his right arm, he wiped the sweat dripping down his forehead with the back of his sleeve, smearing dirt across his brow in the process.The sky above blazed in relentless fury, and the dry air reeked of sweat, dust, and rusting iron from the nearby barbed wire fences. Around them, inmates moved like sluggish ants—some digging, others pushing wheelbarrows of sand under the scorching gaze of the armed guards.Blake exhaled a long, weary breath, the kind that came from somewhere deeper than his lungs. A breath that carried the weight of something heavier than just exhaustion. He turned his head slowly, meeting Officer Perez’s gaze with a guarded look.“What you’re saying...” Blake began, his voice low, his tone tinged with disbelief. “It’s not as
A web of deceit
"Uhm..." Kelly stuttered, her voice barely steady. "Just a friend of mine. She was only calling to check up on me," she said with a weak smile.Scott observed her carefully for a moment, then gave a slow nod. "Ah, I see." He shifted his weight slightly. "I just came to tell you I’ll be heading out now. I have to check in at the company and also visit some of the leaders from the powerful houses. I still need more men and weapons."Kelly blinked in confusion. "Why do you need more men? The war is over, right? The leader is dead.""Yes, Mohammed Al-Shammari is dead…" Scott replied with measured clarity, "but there’s no guarantee his followers will back down. There's a real possibility they might retaliate. We need to remain vigilant and prepared at all times."Kelly gave a slow, acknowledging nod. "I see...""I’ve already informed Angela about what to do. She’ll take care of Edward, just like we agreed," Scott added, glancing toward the hallway. She nodded again in silence. "I'll take m
More time
Kelly stared at the screen of her phone for several moments, a puzzled expression etched deeply across her face.It was an unknown caller.She hesitated, her thumb hovering over the answer button, before finally pressing it."Hello, Kelly," a deep, familiar voice rumbled the moment she accepted the call.The sound of the voice sent shivers coursing down her spine. Her heart skipped a beat, and beads of cold sweat trickled down her temples, dampening her skin."You know who this is, don't you?" the voice asked with calm menace.Kelly didn’t answer right away.She let the words settle inside her like a weight before finally gulping down the lump in her throat and responding, her voice trembling, "You’re supposed to be dead. They said you were dead. How are you alive?""Yeah, they really thought they killed me," Mohammed bellowed with cold amusement. "How dumb of them to think they could get rid of me so easily.""But… how? How did you survive?" Kelly stammered, her voice now a low whisp
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