Into A Trap

Santiago

Derrick skidded in the Range Rover Velar that he was driving. He's been driving for about an hour now, breaking all traffic rules, like a lunatic

I was seated beside him with my belt crookedly strapped across my chest. My eyes were all shades of red as I stared grimly at the road, cussing intermittently.

"How many fucking hours are we going to spend on the road!?" I bellowed, drumming my fingers against the gun held in the holster around my waist.

"A few more minutes, boss," Rick responded tightly and continued at a breakneck speed.

He suddenly swerved out of the highway and revved into a clearing. After a few minutes' drive, we were out of civilization.

Before us was a large expanse of land filled with a few shrubs and scanty trees scattered here and there. The terrain was rough and there were sandy dunes all around. Although it was getting dark, we could see clearly ahead due to the sparse vegetation.

"What a hellhole! A perfect place for a shitty traitor like him… are you