Chapter 38— Almost Catching Up.
Augustine sat alone in a dimly lit room, the faint glow of a dull bulb casting long shadows across the walls. As he stared intently at the monitor in front of him, unblinking-his expression remained inscrutable. The anticipation in the air was almost palpable, as if the room itself held its breath.
Suddenly, a torrent of anger and rage surged through Augustine. In a fit of frustration, he erupted into a deafening scream, his voice reverberating off the walls. His emotions overwhelmed him, and he lashed out, kicking the nearby chair and slamming his fist against the cold, unforgiving wall.
"BLOODY BASTARD! Ohhhhh you're lucky to not be here with me. I'd take you apart and fix you then take you apart all over again."
He had assigned someone to watch Myra,
