14. Prisoner

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 The few women who took part were withdrawn, although Leon was sure that one or two stared at him when they were training.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
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