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Author: Dream Shadow
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-01 14:03:05

Leaning against the wall, I place the palm of my hand against my forehead.

We've looked everywhere for Scarlett, and she is nowhere to be found.

Ryan has taken the liberty to interrogate the nurses himself, and unfortunately, he has come back empty-handed.

My heart won't stop racing with every breath I take, and my stomach feels like it has grown teeth, and it’s eating me from the inside out as I fear each breath I take can possibly be my last.

“Three bombs.”

Those were the hacker's words.

They are willing to kill hundreds of people for one life.

Ryan and I returned to the nurse's station to regroup and devise a fresh strategy for tracking Scarlett down.

She couldn't have gotten very far.

As we approach our destination, taking note that the desk is surrounded by agents once again as we get closer, I also notice that Alessandro is sitting in the desk chair.

I shake my head, "what the fuck is he up to?" I think to myself, as I exhale deeply through my nostrils.

The man has a de
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