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The Ultimate Return of Carlos 37: The Exchange
The moment was tense, with the air thick and heavy as Carlos and Toby stepped further into the dimly lit warehouse. The flicker of faint light from the high, broken windows did little to dispel the darkness looming around them. Shadows seemed to shift unnaturally in the corners of the vast, cold space. The silence was deafening— too silent.Then, without warning, it all exploded.A sharp creak from behind. The doors slammed shut, echoing through the warehouse like a gunshot. From every dark corner, men emerged, faces masked in the gloom, rushing them in a violent ambush. The first hit came fast— a hard strike to Toby’s ribs that sent him staggering. Carlos spun to defend himself, narrowly dodging a punch aimed for his face, but the numbers were overwhelming. They had no time to think. Bodies slammed into them from all sides, and a flurry of fists, elbows, and knees rained down. Carlos swung wildly, managing to connect with a man’s jaw, but another grabbed him from behind, pinning his
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 38: After the Ambush
The car door slammed shut with a heavy thud, echoing in the quiet, sunlit street. Toby slid into the driver’s seat, gritting his teeth as the sharp pain from his bruises flared up. His hands were shaking slightly, still raw from the scuffle as he gripped the wheel. Carlos limped his way around the car, every step feeling like an ordeal. He opened the passenger door, dragging his sore body into the seat, and let out a low groan of discomfort. The bright midday sun spilled across the dashboard, casting long shadows, but it did nothing to ease the tension between them.The drive away from the warehouse and into the city felt both urgent and painfully slow. The sunlit roads stretched ahead of them, but neither of them could enjoy the peaceful day. Their minds were still racing, stuck in the chaos of the ambush they’d just barely escaped.And after what felt like an eternity, Carlos was the first to break the silence."Man... what the hell was that?" His voice was hoarse, filled with a mix
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 39
The doorbell rang sharply through Toby’s apartment, cutting through the low hum of the TV in the living room. It was 5 p.m., the following day after the ambush, and Carlos and Toby had spent the better part of the day trying to figure out their next move. But the unexpected sound startled them both, their muscles tensing as they exchanged a glance.Carlos grabbed the remote and shut off the TV, the room instantly plunging into an uneasy silence. "You expecting anyone?" he asked, his voice low, eyes wide.Toby shook his head. "Not a soul, man."They sat frozen for a beat, waiting, listening. The bell rang again. Louder this time, more insistent. A wave of panic swept through the room. "Who could it be?" Carlos whispered, his voice barely audible, but edged with tension. Toby shook his head. "I don’t know. And it's a rare thing for anyone to come here, without me inviting them over.."As if on instinct, Toby then reached for the gun he had been keeping nearby since yesterday’s events.
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 40
'MOMENTS LATER'Abby’s voice cut through the air like a sharp blade, her eyes narrowing as she glanced between Carlos and Toby. “What happened to your faces? Those bruises aren’t from sparring. Don’t even try lying to me.”Carlos shot a quick look at Toby, who shrugged, attempting to keep the air casual, but it was clear that Abby wasn’t buying their flimsy excuse. He sighed and rubbed his temple, trying to muster some calm. “It’s nothing, Abby. We just got into a little... disagreement, that’s all.”Toby nodded, echoing Carlos’ words as he leaned back on the couch, though his body language was stiff, as if bracing for her reaction. “Yeah, just a scuffle. You know how it is— guys being guys.”Abby crossed her arms, staring them both down as though daring them to continue their lie. “Guys being guys?” Her voice was filled with sarcasm, her gaze hard. “You think I’m an idiot? You’re not walking out of here without telling me the truth.”Carlos sighed, running a hand through his hair, fe
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 41
'THE FOLLOWING DAY'Carlos stirred awake early in the morning. The soft glow of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the bedroom. He blinked a few times before stretching his arms, feeling the weight of the day ahead settling on his shoulders. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, it read 6:05 AM. He groaned softly, rubbing his face, before swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Toby, who shared the room with him, was still deep in sleep, sprawled out on his back, snoring lightly.Carlos stood up, slipping on a pair of sweatpants and an old shirt. He felt the slight sting of the bruises still fresh from the encounter a few days prior, but the soreness had become a dull ache now. He ran a hand over his face, the morning air cool against his skin as he quietly padded toward the guestroom where Abby had stayed overnight.Outside her door, he hesitated for a second, unsure if he should wake her just yet. But they had a busy day ahead, and he knew she wouldn’t
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 42
'THREE MONTHS LATER'The piercing screech of Carlos's alarm shattered the peaceful quiet of his Manhattan apartment. He groaned, his hand fumbling over the nightstand, desperately reaching for his phone. His fingers finally landed on the buzzing device, and with a swift tap, he silenced the intrusive noise. The room fell back into a hushed calm, but the stillness did little to ease the weight that settled over him."Seven months," he muttered to himself, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his hand. "Seven damn months."Carlos swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet below. The excitement he should have felt about his first day back at work was dulled by the growing pit of anxiety in his stomach. "What will they say when I walk in?" he scolded himself, shaking his head as he made his way to the bathroom. "You disappear for months, and you think they're just going to welcome you back with open arms?"He stared at his reflection in the bathroom
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 43
'HOURS LATER..... DURING THE EMERGENCY MEETING'Derek’s eyes moved slowly around the glass-walled conference room, his fingers tapping impatiently against the polished mahogany table as the attendees settled into their seats. The sky outside the building had shifted from morning gray to a tense, stagnant afternoon haze. Carlos sat at the far end of the long table, his posture stiff, hands resting tensely in his lap, eyes focused on the scene before him. His heart pounded, each beat louder than the last, as he anticipated the showdown that was about to unfold. To his left, Toby offered a reassuring nod, but Carlos knew the weight of the situation far exceeded their friendship. Across from him sat Alisha, her face a stony mask of determination. She adjusted the sleeve of her blazer, her piercing gaze never leaving Carlos. The rest of the attendees— Tommy and Lilly from HR— sat with an air of bureaucratic formality, prepared to listen, deliberate, and pass judgment.Derek leaned forward
The Ultimate Return of Carlos 44
The following day, Carlos sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the monitor, trying to block out the noise of the office. The faint hum of the computers and occasional footsteps in the hall felt more intrusive than usual, but he tried his best to concentrate on the spreadsheet open in front of him. The glow of the screen reflected off his face, casting long shadows under his tired eyes.As he scrolled through the data, his thoughts kept drifting back to yesterday's meeting. The tension in the room, the judgmental eyes, Alisha’s cutting words, all replayed in his mind like a broken record. Every click of the mouse felt like a struggle to bring himself back to the present.A soft knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. His heart rate quickened as the door creaked open, and Derek stepped inside, pausing just after crossing the threshold. His presence brought with it a mix of comfort and anxiety— comfort, because Derek had been one of the few who stood by him yesterday, and anxiety
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