Faking it
3 days later *Ryan* Everyone is kinda on edge and the tension still hangs in the air like the smell of gunpowder. I’ve been constantly working, trying to stay one step ahead of Romanov while knowing that trust is as delicate as glass. Tommy, who has been working tirelessly on our plan, has asked me to come to the small place we have managed to rent in the small town. I can’t help but feel a mix of excitement and anxiety as I walk into the dimly lit basement that serves as our makeshift command center. The room is cluttered with papers, maps, and various electronic devices, but my eyes are drawn to the large monitor on the wall. Tommy is hunched over his laptop, his fingers flying across the keyboard, and as I approach, he swivels around to face me, a grin spreading across his face. “
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