Don Angelo
[Boom!]
[Boom!!]
[Boom!!!]
As we drive away from the woods, the continuous booming sounds fill my heart with more anxiety than it should. It was a piece of cake to plant bombs all over the place. This operation has been too easy for me to understand. Everything has been stalling here because of these people. Now, we take them out like a piece of cake? I don't get it.
Even though I am the one driving, my mind roams so many places and situations in my memory, trying to figure out where else I heard that voice from the phone. It sounds so familiar that I cannot mistake it for someone else. However, I also cannot tell who it is. I can’t place my hands on it.
“Angelo,” Hattos calls out in a calm voice, and I am jolted back to reality. I just cannot rest my mind. Who was that ma
