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s beginning to unravel, but the urgency was imminent. We managed to identify the terrorist's name, although not his face. It was being hidden by some hackers. His name was Orlai. That's all we'd managed. “Damn it, Eva, that'

e. My gaze was fixed on the screens, showing a group wearing clothes like those worn on the days of the murders. I began to track their movements, aware of the approaching danger. “Eva, they're heading for th

proaching me, “Come on, we'll take them by surprise.'' I agreed with her, grabbed my cell phone,

uldn't afford to fail. Together, we headed towards the abandoned warehouse. Where the terrorists were preparing for their

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es that had been taken. I was covered by a cap and a mask to hide my disfigured face from the explosion. I carried with me the determination of a warrior, equipped

ere indulging in joy. They seemed like completely senseless people. They didn't care about the danger many were

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ose by. The tension in the air was palpable; with every step we took towards the place, the pressure increased. Eva and I approached the spot where the terrorists were, determined t

t completely

ld feel that they were already there, all togeth

urselves in now,” I said, observing ever

ext floor. I'll t

ept moving forward, keeping the gun in

and turned aroun

heard the shot. Luckily, the bullet passed right by me. I positioned myself, a

pain and fell

were hear

unded by a group of terrorists. I managed to slip between their legs

on my friend before deal

here, I coul

terrorists' foo

down, hearing the v

u bitch,” he smiled and concluded, “You're not going to stop our plans. Understand?” He sho

of them in the arm. The man

He shouted, holding his blo

of hiding

I kept my face hidd

an towards

t me. I jumped down to the floor below, and, luc

ped after me, dete

ring, aimed at them, re

f them advanced with a knife in

ht heart, but I was willin

re going to suffer a lot.” I said noth

ged at me, trying to

m in the back. Even though he was big, I wasn't a wea

back. I twisted his arms, grabbed my gun, and shot

d to th

wiping away the swea

hat he punched me in the jaw. I fell backward, off balanc

gry, aimed at me, smiling. “Die, you bastard, like your friend.'' As he said this

he sound of a gunshot, and the man fell mot

icing yet another enemy,

igure walking past them, shot down one

g. I stood up, holding my gun, and looked around. I s

answered. When I turned to hit

d to dodge a little, causin

the man's head. I hit him, and h

blood drain. The bullet hadn't gone

But, I noticed a wounded man who was still alive and determined to kill

have time

f me, dressed in black. I stared

terrorist. Who fell, moaning and fainting. I lay stunned on the gro

and I fell to the ground, feeling its weight

and looked at me, noticing my bruises. I was terrified when I saw his yellow eyes. I was frightened by this

ir normal color, and I panick

very close to me. I looked straight ahead, focusing on the man's dark eyes. With a simple gesture, he took the shelf away from me. He seemed to have pushed it off without any effort. I was free, and the

e this, looked at me again, and, in a matter of seconds, disappeared from my sight. As if by magic. “How did he do that?'' I