The sky cast eerie shadows through the dense woods as Mecca and her team moved cautiously, their senses on high alert.Their mission weighed heavily on their shoulders as they searched tirelessly for any sign of Anna and Mark.Mecca's heart pounded in her chest, each step echoing the fear that gripped her."Boss, we've combed through the woods, but there's no sign of them," Mecca reported to Reed, her voice strained with worry.Reed's voice crackled over the line, filled with a mixture of determination and concern. "I just got off the phone with Walker. He wants me to trade myself for Anna and Mark."Mecca's eyes widened in disbelief. "What? But boss, that's too risky!"Reed's tone remained steady. "I know, Mecca. But I can't let them suffer because of me. I'm going to go there and make the exchange."Mecca's mind raced with a million questions, but she knew better than to argue with Reed's resolve. "What should we do, boss?""Track my phone and keep an eye on my movements. We'll reco

"You lied to me, Reed. You lied to all of us," Mark growled, his fists clenched at his sides. Reed sighed heavily, his shoulders sagging under the weight of Mark's accusation. "I know, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice tinged with regret. "But there's more to it than you know." Anna stepped forward, her expression pleading. "Dad, please, you have to listen to him. Reed didn't bring me into this. I made my own choices." Mark's gaze softened slightly as he turned to look at his daughter, but the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "And what about you, Anna? How could you put up this bounty? You knew what Reed was involved in, didnt you?" Anna hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "I... I place the bounty, but I didn't think it would come to this," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. Reed felt a pang of guilt as he watched Anna struggle to find the right words. He knew he had put her in an impossible situation, and he wished more than anything that he co

FIVE HOURS PRIOR TO THE ESCAPE OF ANNA AND MARK:Reed was taken out of walkers mansion earlier before mecca and her team made it there, walker was paranoid that reed might escape after what happened the last time Reed broke into the tunnels and rescued his mother, walker left some of his men to guard Anna and Mark while him and some of his men dragged reed to another location where they would torture him for information without the fear of him escaping or being rescued:Reed's body ached as he was dragged through the floor of another of Walker's hideout, his hands bound tightly behind his back.He could feel the eyes of Walker's men boring into him, their gazes filled with malice and cruelty.With each step, Reed's mind raced with fear and uncertainty.He knew that he was being taken to a place where Walker's men would stop at nothing to extract information from him, and the thought sent a shiver down his spine.As they reached a door at the end of the hallway, Reed's heart sank.He k

Mike dressed up with jeans and a hoodie after a shower, he came out of the house and took the train, and stops a few kilometers from walkers mansion, Mike carefully conceded himself, trying not to be seen by Walker or his men, because he wanted to break in through the same tunnel reed escaped then into the mansion to steal some resources he might need to plot his revenge like a car, money and gun etc.Mike was cut in his guard when he approached the house and half of the mansion in ruins,Mike's heart pounded in his chest as he surveyed the scene before him.The once grand mansion now lay in ruins, its walls scorched and its windows shattered.The air was thick with the stench of death, and Mike's stomach churned at the sight of the lifeless bodies strewn across the ground.Carefully, he made his way through the compound, his senses on high alert for any sign of danger.As he moved deeper into the mansion, he noticed signs of a fierce struggle – bullet holes riddled the walls, and fur

The scent of dampness filled in the air, mingling with the drops of water that trickled down the walls.Mike’s fingers tightened around the cold metal of his Glock.He had lost count of how many of Walker’s goons he hidden from.But Walker himself remained elusive.As Mike navigated the labyrinthine passages, he ducked behind a crumbling wall, narrowly avoiding a pair of guards.Their footsteps echoed, their laughter a discordant symphony. He had to find Walker before they did. Mike’s eye sights door at the end of the corridor, a rusted slab with a peephole. Mike strained his ears, listening for any sign of movement.The grunts and muffled curses emanating from the room confirmed his suspicions. Walker’s men were at work, extracting information from someone. Someone who mattered.“You gon tell me one way or the other,” a voice growled from within. The words dripped with menace, punctuated by the sickening thud of flesh meeting flesh. Mike clenched his jaw. He knew that voice—the sadi