After Abram and his team left, the warehouse fell silent again. A single lamp, hanging from the ceiling, remained lit, casting a dim yellow glow onto the wooden table. Shadows stretched in every direction, making the warehouse's corners appear darker than they should.Barrett remained seated in the same spot. His back was straight. His hands rested lightly on his lap. Nothing about his position had changed. He remained perfectly still, waiting patiently, without restlessness or haste, as if time held no meaning for him.Occasionally, he lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch, the movement so subtle that it was almost imperceptible. The clock's hands moved slowly, approaching the time he had set earlier.The silence continued uninterrupted. The night went on without footsteps or the sound of approaching vehicles.Barrett did not jump to conclusions too quickly. He always allowed time.At 1:45 a.m., he rose from his seat. He remained calm, showing
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