Not Here To Fight

"Why are you still here? Get out of here before you meet the same fate as that thieving boy."

The guard at refugee camp number two continued to chase Jim and his two colleagues away. Sandy, whose anger was easily aroused, wanted to fight the guards, but Jim, who was thinking more rationally, restrained him.

"They've gone too far, Jim. Look at this poor boy, he's dying and needs help immediately. Who knows if there are drugs in there," Sandy said emotionally.

"We can't make a scene here. After all, the people here are mourning the disaster that has befallen them." Jim calmed Sandy down.

The quiet Key chose to stand in his place and stare at the boy lying on the stretcher. The boy was conscious, but only whimpered in pain before losing consciousness again. Key raised one eyebrow while tapping his forefinger on his chin.

"See if Mr. Smith gets here, I'll make them kneel down to apologize to this poor boy," Sandy said. She looked at Key and said, "Hey, Key, why are you staying there? Aren
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