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The Escape Plan

Aвтор: Osarumwense Osakue
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Michael’s POV

All eyes were on me.

The tension in the air felt like it could snap.

Dust fell from the ceiling like ash as another distant explosion shook the foundation of the estate.

Somewhere outside, the sounds of numerous gunfire burst through. It was obvious it was our men firing back at their enemies, eager to make sure none of them entered the mansion..

Yet inside this dining hall, everything was still for a heartbeat.

Mortis, Emilio, and Marlo stood in a semi-circle around me. Fernando’s limp body hung between Emilio’s arms as if he was already dead.

The weight of leadership—or perhaps desperation—had momentarily fallen into my lap immediately I had said I had a plan, and they all waited for me to speak.

I took a slow breath, steadying my voice.

“I know a way out.”

Mortis leaned in, narrowing his eyes.

“You’re sure?”

“I’ve studied this place,” I said. “Not on purpose, but… I noticed things. Patterns and routes.”

“And suddenly, you have an escape route, just like that?” Marl
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