Note: Thank you @Dani_Mount for the ice cola.
Thank you @geana_granger for the Golden Tickets.
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The prolonged blare of the car horn echoed through the night, a piercing call that grabbed the attention of the camp's security detail. Urgent footsteps approached, and two guards emerged with guns at the ready, their faces etched with a mixture of irritation and vigilance.
Das, sitting in his car, didn't waver as he gazed intently at the prone figure of Faruk's injured son on the ground inside a tent. The scene was disconcerting, the young man's body marred by wounds and his clothes soaked with blood.
Employing his unique special vision, Das delved deeper, confirming that despite the injuries, Sana's brother still clung to life. A complex blend of relief and concern washed over him. His attention, however, was soon redirected as a guard, dressed in the unmistakable attire of a mercenary, approached. The man's gun pointed squarely at Das, a tangible threat underscoring his words.
