Charlie’s hand shot out to switch off the flashlight as they neared the end.

He dropped his voice to a whisper strained with tension.

“Movement ahead.

Silence now!”

They pressed their backs against the cold, wet wall of the tunnel as a pair of voices approached, illuminated intermittently by a wandering beam of Light.

“The colleagues upstairs get holidays, yet here we are, stuck on guard,” grumbled one guard to another.

“It’s all because our boss got nabbed by the cops.

Without her, we’re stuck pulling these endless shifts.

“Still no word on the boss? It’s been two days.

Is there anything wrong?”

“Pfft! She’s a Chadwich.

She’s got the Compton family in her corner.

Who’d dare touch her?”

of

family’s got both the Juarez and the Delgado families

their conversation continued, the guards casually scanned the area with their flashlights, oblivious

hitters have

us

“Quit your bellyaching.

is back, we’re golden,” the first

gave Charlie’s shoulder a firm, urgent

hushed, barely perceptible whisper, “Shift

They swapped places smoothly.

circle of light from the guards’ drew

fingers wrapping around the cool metal of

sent

dagger struck with

the metal hitting the ground interrupted the conversation outside-not a loud noise,

A pause.

jittery dance across the tunnel walls ceasing as the man holding

“Did you hear that?”

two figures instantly tensed,

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