Arka didn’t pull the trigger. He didn’t have to. The shack’s floorboards gave way beneath the weight of the encroaching men, a rotten wood collapse that sent the gunmen stumbling into the mud."Jump, Bima!" Arka roared, his voice tearing through the chaos."Where?" Bima scrambled, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird."The gorge. Now!"Arka smashed the back window with his elbow, the glass shattering into a thousand diamonds against the rain. He grabbed Bima by the collar, dragging him through the frame and into the biting, freezing dark of the mountain night."I can’t see anything!" Bima screamed, his boots sliding on the wet, precipitous slope."Follow my hand. Don’t let go, or you're falling three hundred feet into the river," Arka commanded, his grip tightening until Bima’s skin stung."Is he following us?""He's behind us, yes. But he’s old, and he’s arrogant. He’s counting on his men to do the legwork."They plunged into the dense thicket, branches w
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