A week had passed.A whole week, and his father hadn't shown up with a security team or police tactical forces to rescue him.Sitting at one of the tables in the cafeteria of this place, whatever it was, since Leon didn't know where Sasha's headquarters were located, the boy sharpened a dagger.Training with melee weapons would begin in a few minutes.Still silent and unwilling to talk, Leon observed his surroundings.The others.Unlike the cruel foremen willing to hurt them whenever they looked like they were about to become a problem, the... "agents", as Sasha called them, were much younger and more likely to cooperate with each other.They ranged in age from eighteen to twenty-six, and the majority were male. The few women who took part were withdrawn, although Leon was sure that one or two stared at him when they were training.Everyone there had a story and a goal, although Leon didn't know exactly why each one was there, obeying the orders of that crazy, ornery woman who kept th
Two weeks had passed. Leon had been inside that insane place for almost a month, training exhaustively to do what he had to do, although he didn't know what or when. Sasha purposely avoided talking openly about what role he would play. After another day of exhausting training, Leon was alone in his makeshift quarters. The only light came from a dim bulb hanging from the ceiling. He is surrounded by shadows that dance on the cold walls, echoing the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. The dagger, once sharp and shiny, now looks worn. Leon stares at it as if searching for answers in the worn blades. Someone's footsteps echo in the corridor. Leon stands alert, the dagger firmly in his hand. The door opens and, to his surprise, it's Alex. "I thought you were asleep," said the red-haired boy at length. The two had barely bumped into each other since that day, when Alex made it clear that he was willing to leave, without weighing up the cost to himself, or even to the others. Leon didn
It was obvious that Leon was nervous, although he didn't want to show it.Standing next to another small contingent, a total of twelve people lined up to his left and right, the boy just looked attentively at Sasha, who was pacing back and forth in short inspection.The way she behaved, always attentive to everything and everyone, made the memories of last night's short meeting flash through Leon's mind.Now that he knew exactly what that group, the same group she had summoned, was going to do to try and escape, all he could do was help. Stay silent. And try not to get killed.That definitely seemed impossible.Dressed in an elegant black suit, Sasha pointed to a sequence of slides on the huge monitor behind her. "I'll be direct, and explain as much as possible. The building you're about to break into is two miles away. Security will be there, doing their usual rounds. You'll split into two groups."She passes her hand to the next slide, and everyone steps forward, curious to underst
"Sasha, the mission has been compromised. We need to abort and find an alternative escape route," Leon transmitted over the communicator, ignoring the irritation evident in her voice.Sasha's serious expression on the monitor indicated that she was aware of the seriousness of the situation. Nevertheless, she insisted:"You must break into the secret room. You must replace the real box with the fake one. That's an order!""But-""I said it's an order!"As if to affirm that he would not go back on what he had said, Sasha switched off his own communicator. The monitor of the communicator watch was now dark.The red lights kept flashing. Stunned, the colleagues under Leon's charge looked at each other. "We should leave," said one of the girls, looking back. "It's too dangerous.""It'll eat us alive if we come back without the damn box," complained another."How did that happen? She promised we'd be safe, that doesn't make any sense!" a dark-skinned, curly-haired boy was gasping with anxi
As they ran, Alex cast a worried glance at Leon. "The others scattered down the corridors when the guards showed up. I don't know where they went. We need to find a way out and then try to track them down."Leon nodded, focusing on keeping up the fast pace. His ears were alert for any sign of danger, and his hands held tightly to the fake box he was carrying."How much time do we have before we need to get back to headquarters?""We don't have time. We have to get there immediately.""But the others could be in danger now.""They can take care of themselves!"If they had been in any other situation, Leon might have immediately stopped running and demanded answers from Alex. As if guessing his thoughts, the boy with the flame-colored hair looked at him for a brief second. Understanding shone in his eyes before he said:"I'm worried too, Leon, but this mission depends solely and exclusively on replacing the boxes.""I know. It's done.""Then let's go."They approached an emergency doo
Leon didn't dare say anything or do anything. Alex, pale and equally mute, also remained motionless.The two of them were sitting in iron chairs, heavily guarded by at least three henchmen each. In front of them was the madwoman who, grinning like a demon, seemed to be terribly amused by what she was doing.The sound of screams was bad enough, but nothing was worse than the acrid smell of blood and pain. Nauseated, Leon stared at his own hands, trying not to freak out, scream or do anything equally stupid.Lying on iron beds, chained up so they couldn't escape, were the others... Those who had tried to escape when everything went wrong; those who had taken the chance and the chaos to get out of that putrid captivity.Sasha tore at the chest of one of them, delighting in the sound of agony that came from the boy's lips. Then, as if remembering that she had an audience, she slowly turned her face to the two men in the chair."Enjoying the view?" the woman asked, her eyes twinkling with
Leon felt a knot forming in his stomach as he gripped the crowbar. Seconds of silence passed, the boy's hands trembled. This wasn't just a game.It was done on purpose to drive him mad, to drive him so close to insanity that, when he confronted himself, he wouldn't be able to tell what marked him out as good or bad.Alex, still being held by the goons, looked at Leon with eyes full of despair and pleading. It was an impossible dilemma, a decision that no human being should be forced to make.Sasha watched, amused by their internal conflict. Her lips were frowning in a thin line, but it was clear that she was enjoying herself. It was the glint on her lips that denounced the cruelty she found in the situation. Leon felt such a surge of anger that he almost vomited."You have two minutes. If you don't do anything, I'll take care of it myself," threatened Sasha, showing a digital timer. "It's your choice."The boy looked at Alex again, and they both knew there was no other option but to
Leon's disappearance was alarming, to say the least.But for Brittany, who was in a position of total servitude to her ex-boyfriend who had decided to humiliate her, it was a tragedy.Not because she really cared about the boy. Despite having a good heart, the boy was a loser. A blackmailing loser who liked to play the god after winning a lot of money. And he was cruel to her. He liked to see her like that, cleaning, cooking and serving him like a little maid.But...Now he was gone. Without a trace.The police, according to Mr. Juan, his father, were "doing their best." The last people to see him had no idea what had happened. Security cameras from the event Leon had attended showed nothing unusual either.Like dust; that's how her ex-boyfriend had disappeared.Staring at the newspaper in her hands, the girl tried to find anything that might clue her in to the poor rich boy's possible whereabouts.Brittany flipped through the paper, each headline and news item seeming like a jigsaw