. “No... how do you know?” he asked shockingly.
“Your friend has told me, remember Carl?”
“No… IT CAN’T BE! He was my best friend from childhood…”
“PEOPLE CAN CHANGE, you thought I was a nice person. But look you’re here, sad and lonely!” Bar C. shouted as she was walking away.
When Bar C. walked away, he didn’t worry because he gave the wrong code. As he understood that Carl’s neck didn’t just look weird, it didn’t look human.
Ace T, without wasting time, set to work - it was necessary to free himself and run as quickly as possible, while Bar C still did not understand anything. He carefully bent down and took out a hidden pin from under his boot, gradually cutting the ropes, Ace T finally managed to do it. He got up from his chair and quickly warmed up, after all, now his life depended on hi physical form, spee, and, of course, his IQ. Ace T resolutely stepped into the corridor and started running at an incredible speed. It seems that he had never run so fast until now, even at PE classes, passing all sorts of tests with a shuttle run... However, now there was something more important than even PE because, in general, his life depended on passing the test. Ace T was not one of those people who, in critical situations, succumbed to panic, no. Hmm, he could quite calmly look at the exploding house a few meters from him. However, now something haunted him, something bothered him, and... made him finally think about Her ... for what all this? Why did he, a stupid, thoughtless young man, give up his dream of becoming a doctor? Why did he drop out of medical school and go to this idiotic FBI instead? For her. He just wanted to seem strong in Her eyes .. He just wanted to prove that he is strong, that he can move mountains, that the sea is knee-deep to him... Only now, after so many years, Ace T realized that ... he never wanted to be a secret agent, no, he dreamed of only one thing: to save people's lives. Why he realized this so late ... only now, running to save his own life ...
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