Trapped

The private investigator sent the address to Judas, and he walked out of the gate, his long strides devouring the distance as he assembled his remaining guards. Their faces were etched with worry, their eyes darting nervously at each other, but they didn't dare show Judas they were scared. They knew better than to betray any weakness.

"I need you all to go get my uncle from this address," Judas said, his voice cold and detached, like a snake slithering through the grass. The guards nodded, their faces expressionless, their voices low and hesitant. "Yes, sir."

As they replied, a message popped into all their phones, and they checked their screens to see the address Judas had sent them. One of the guards, a burly man with a thick beard, spoke up, his voice laced with hesitation. "Barrack, sir?" he asked, his eyes flicking up to Judas's face.

Judas's expression turned glacial, his eyes freezing into ice chips. "Yes, do you all have any problem with that?" he asked, his voice dripping wit
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