The wounded leader collapsed onto the grass after running for thirty-five minutes. His breathing came in ragged bursts. He pressed his palm against his shoulder, but blood continued to seep between his fingers. He looked around as sweat covered his forehead and neck, soaking his shirt. He noticed there were no buildings or people around, only tall grass, scattered trees, and a dirt path disappearing into the distance. He was relieved he managed to escape again after weeks of being a hostage without a trap. However, he never knew he had walked into an even bigger trap. His hand trembled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone he’d stolen during his escape. He switched on the device and went to the dial center. After inputting the number, he put the call on speaker. He was too weak to hold it to his ear. The phone rang three times before someone answered. “Hello, Sir…. It's me, Tom. I need to speak with the Boss. Please, I need his help. I'm in serious trouble.”“Whe
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