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right, slid across the battlefield. We went to the canteen, seeing all the food being rummaged by escapees. Then,
we were finally at the entrance, we could escape…
“You two! Hands in the air!”
We froze as a person in front of us held a semi-automatic and pointed it towards Falkland. Our minds ran 130
miles a second, trying to figure out a way to run, hide or anything that could possibly help us.
“You two are going to jail in China,” he said.
We might be killed, we might go somewhere far away from home, no one knows where we are, or whether we
will get Hong Kong’s freedom back.
What did we get ourselves into?