Royce returned to the police station and went straight to the officer he had met the other day.Pulling some coins from his pocket, he gestured for the officer to let him see Dan again. Without wasting time, the officer took the coins, glanced around to ensure no one was watching, and then tucked the coins into his pocket.The officer secretly led Royce to Dan's cell. "Hey, step out," the officer commanded, but Dan didn't respond. "I said come out!" the officer repeated, his voice more forceful. When Dan still didn't move, the officer went in and dragged him out, snapping handcuffs onto his wrists behind his back.He pushed Dan to sit in front of Royce, who was already seated in a chair. Dan glared at Royce, his breath coming in angry bursts."What do you want this time?" Dan spat out, his voice laced with bitterness. "Glad to see you here again," he added, gritting his teeth.Royce began calmly, "See Dan, I'm here to help you. I'm here to bail you out of here. Just give me the chance

"Mr. Royce, you are next in line," the female messenger called out to Royce, who was sitting outside, waiting to be called in.Royce stood up and walked into the room. It wasn't very big, but it was beautiful and cool. The air felt fresh, and the room's beauty was captivating; it was the kind of place no one would want to leave once they entered.However, the sight of the interview panel before him scared him to his bones. He swallowed hard and walked gently to the vacant seat where he was to be interviewed. He sat down carefully, glancing nervously at the panel.Mrs. Veronica Rodriguez, a middle-aged woman in her 50s, was heading the interview panel. She began, "Mr. Royce Evans, glad to have you here today. We love the smile on your face, and we hope it continues like that till the end of this interview."Royce smiled, trying to relax as Veronica smiled back at him.Veronica continued, "Mr. Royce, could you tell us a little about your personal life, your background? Do you have any s

One by one, the cabinet members began to speak.The Minister of Trade started, "Mr. President, I think we should trade with Parkland. They have the resources that we need, and we have what they want. This could boost our economy significantly."The Minister of Finance added, "I agree with my colleague. Your Excellency, trading with Parkland could open new financial avenues for us, I see this as an opportunity we shouldn't let go."The Minister of Defense spoke next, "From a security perspective, an alliance with Parkland would be beneficial. It would strengthen our position in the region and provide us with additional military support if needed."Fischer leaned back, nodding at their brilliant ideas, as it seemed so beautiful to take in.The Minister of Agriculture chimed in, "Mr. President, you would agree with me, that Parkland has advanced agricultural techniques that could greatly benefit our farming industry. This trade could lead to technological exchanges that would improve our

Royce went through the basement, holding his bleeding arm, and could still hear soldiers looking for him. He winced in pain, feeling very thirsty. He heard footsteps behind him but saw no one when he looked back. The footsteps ceased. He continued moving forward, holding his bleeding arm and searching for an escape route. Luckily, he found an opening into the villa's sewage pipe. Just as he entered the pipe, a bullet whizzed past him, narrowly missing and causing damage ahead. He heard a voice mutter, "Missed it," followed by the cocking of a gun. Royce moved quickly through the pipe as heavy gunfire erupted behind him. Covering his nose from the stench, he pushed forward, trying to move through the sewage. The smell and filth made him gag, but he pressed on, determined to escape. The pipe was dark and slimy, making every step difficult. His body ached, and he felt weak, but he knew he couldn't stop.After moving and struggling through the slimy, stinking pipe, Royce heard a famili

"Royce, I understand how you feel. I know you are stressed out. Feel free to talk to me," the nurse said softly as she closed the cell door slightly. She secretly took out a syringe from her pocket and moved closer to him.Royce eyed her suspiciously. "Why are you coming close?"The nurse continued to approach him, keeping her voice calm and soothing. "Don't worry, you'll be fine," she said, her eyes fixed on him. Before Royce could react, she quickly jabbed the syringe into his arm. He cried out in pain, clutching his arm, but within seconds, he felt his body go weak. His vision blurred, and he struggled to stay conscious."What's happening?" he mumbled weakly, his knees buckling.The nurse stepped back, watching as Royce crumpled to the floor. "Just relax," she said quietly, though he was already too far gone to hear her. His eyes closed, and he slipped into unconsciousness.The nurse returned from the cell as a soldier locked it behind her. She approached the group of soldiers wai