"Where is she?"

Drake scanned the surroundings, noting that there was nowhere to escape.

Peter replied, "She's still in there. It's been five minutes, and she hasn't come out yet."

"Check," Drake ordered.

"Yes, sir." Peter banged on the restroom door, his voice harsh. "Open the door."

There was no response.

"Mr. Lowe is here, and there is no escape. Open the damn door!" Peter's voice grew increasingly agitated, but there was still no response from inside.

He looked back at Drake, confused. "Could it be that she passed out again?"

Drake wasn't a man known for patience. With a swift motion, he pulled a gun from his waist and fired at the lock. The door splintered with a loud crack, and he kicked it open. "Move," he barked.

standing by the

Lowe, is there

sullenly looked back at Peter, who

barked at Debra, "I called you like ten times. Are

crude, and with Drake having fired his gun, Debra

is tiny. Where exactly do you think I could have

face flushed with embarrassment. "You could've

an animal. Why should I respond

"You..." Peter spluttered.

"Enough!" Drake barked.

his grip cold and rough. "I don't like it when people push me.

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clear that I'm not one of

you might as wellkill

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