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BRIAN’S POV

“Shit!” I exclaimed as I came out and found the man dead and Steven pacing angrily.

“Did he say something?” I asked Steven, “Were you able to get anything out of him?” I asked, hurrying to the man.

I lifted his head up and it dropped right back, with his blood still drooling from his mouth.

“He said nothing, Brian,” Steven replied.

“Shit!” I exclaimed again, keeping the chair by the leg.

The man strapped to the chair tumbled backward.

“Whoever this is has to have these men under oath,” Steven said, “because why the fuck are they all willing to take his stupid identity to their graves?” Steven's tone was rising and his face showed visible fury.

“We have to do something,” I said, pacing the room.

“What can we do?” Steven queried, “we've done everything we possibly can, what more can we do?”

“I don't know Steve, something, anything!” I yelled, “I'm not a fucking animal, man!” I said, kicking some of the beach sand in the air.

“112, come in,”

“Come in, 112,” we heard