George moved swiftly, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. With the help of a friend he had met during his time in prison, he was on the verge of escaping the country. A middle-aged man stood near the docks, gesturing towards a large container ship anchored in the shadows.
"Get on the container ship," the man instructed in a low voice. George nodded, accepting the fake passport and a handful of cash that was shoved into his hand. “And here’s the phone,” the man added, passing him a burner phone.
“Thanks,” George muttered, gripping the items tightly before slipping onto the ship, his movements quick and cautious. Relief washed over him. Soon, he would be far away from this hellish place.
Climbing aboard, he muttered to himself, "Jordan, your father took the reveng
