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2024-10-29 19:42:56We were on the first floor, and we progressed little by little. We took shelter behind some columns. We could see the exit door, but there were several men in black robes with turbans over their faces.
"Well, well, the Squad of six had already set their eyes on you, my dear Richard."
That voice was familiar to me, and it was the voice of a man whom I had always admired and had supported me after the loss of Elein.
"Colonel Alberd?" I said as I unconsciously stepped out of the column, but right at that instant, I felt Matías pulling me back to the column by the arm.
"Quiet Richard. That man is dangerous." Matias said.
“I must apologize. My boys are not as good at talking as they are shooting."
I could feel the bullets starting to rain in our direction.
The shooting stopped.
"I apologize for hurting you."
I took a deep breath while looking at one of the corridors that were near us. I could see how a shadow app
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