Finding Bryce

They were traveling for an hour. Bryce counted every tick of his wrist watch. It was exactly one thousand eight hundred seconds, the van stopped and he was dragged out.

Blindfolded, gagged and strap in a chair. Bryce felt a gun pointed to his temple and heard the guy talking about their boss.

“Who are you people? What do you want from me?”

“You’ll have your answer later.”

“Hey, put that gun away from him. If that thing blows, boss will have your head, so beat it.”

“Thank you, for that,” Bryce sighed in relief.

“Don't thank me. I am just following orders here.”

“Look, I didn’t do anything. You must have taken the wrong person! I am not your guy! Please, I have a son. He needs me!”

“Well, you’re here. I guess you push his button.”

“Who? Who is your boss?”

“You’ll meet him soon.”

He heard footsteps walking away and the door shut close.

“Hey! Don’t leave me here! Help!” Bryce shouted, struggling to break lose. But the rope was tied tightly around him.

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“Oh, God!