The second chance.
277 Words
“What the hell you mean: they escaped?!” yelled a modified manly voice.
These words were directed to Faraday, sitting on a chair, roped to it. His hands were roped too. He had a bag on his head with two holes for eyes. The man that said those words looked at the other person in the room and passed the gun to him.
“You want me to do this?” he asked.
“No, please!” begged the clown. He tried to jump on the chair, but it barely moved; “I’ll do anything, please!”
Two people wearing black, with voice modifiers, were standing in front of Faraday. They exchanged looks and gave looked at Faraday once again. He cried.
One of the men sighed.
“You have one more chance…” he said reluctantly.
Faraday breathed with a deep sense of relief.
“Oh… Oh… thank God. I thought you would really kill your…”
“Shut your mouth” commended the other guy; “that’s your fault, they escaped. It was so close and screw it. If you make that mistake again, you won’t come back to us. You won’t make any more moves. Messing this thing will be the last thing in your life. Am I making myself clear? Are we?” he added.
“Yes, of course. Just let me go and your problem is solved”
The man on the right came closer, cut the ropes on Faraday’s legs and hands, and whispered to his ear:
“We have no doubts about that…”
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