John, Mark, and Aiden were on their way to the hideout to report the night’s events to Mr. Robert, their leader. They should have been more careful. The man who had seen them wasn’t in the room when they arrived—he had packed up his belongings and vanished. All they found was an old framed photograph of two elderly people and a young man, who they suspected was the same person who had spotted them. “Aiden, are you really sure he recorded us?” Mark asked. He was the leader of the trio. “Yes, Mark,” Aiden replied. “His phone’s camera light was on. I saw it out of the corner of my eye.” Mark scratched behind his left ear and sighed. “The boss is going to be so angry when he hears this.” “I don’t think you should tell him, Mark,” said John cautiously. “We have to,” Mark insisted. “It’s the only way we’ll know what to do next.” They fell silent as Aiden pulled up at the hideout—a two-storey building tucked away in Gold Estate, one of the city’s most expensive neighborhoods. The three ...
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