The Amazing Marcus Puth

Ninety Seven.

Finally, the General let out a sigh of relief as he found the perfect spot to sneak Don into the hospital. He glanced back at Don, still unconscious, and a sly smile spread across his face - this was going to be easier than he thought. He undid his seatbelt, stepped out of the car, and walked to the back seat.

That's when he noticed his phone blinking, indicating missed calls. He picked it up, groaning in frustration - "Shit, I silenced my phone."

He saw ten missed calls from Katherine, and his mind raced with the dilemma: answer her call now or finish his mission first and call her back later? The General's eyes narrowed, weighing the options, his priority warring with the urgency of Katherine's repeated attempts to reach him.

As he reached for his phone, it slipped from his hand, and he quickly picked it up, seeing a notification - a voicemail from Katherine. He played the message, and her urgent voice filled the air: "General, turn back now. There's a problem. We need Don."

The