Leo, Dave and Shad

You woke up in a dark room on a cold floor. A dull ache in the back of your head reminded you of what had happened. Some people had hit you on the head as you were leaving the library.

Unfortunately, this wasn't an isolated incident. You knew what would happen next. The kidnappers would demand ransom from your father. He would pay. You would be returned. And everything would repeat itself. This had long since become the norm—an irritating, humiliating one. You were convenient bargaining chip for the kidnappers, and your father didn't care. He simply told you to be patient, promised to ransom you. You refused protection yourself. And why? There was no privacy with them.

And here it was again. Only the room looked different. Not an abandoned place, not a rented apartment. A base. In the darkness, one could make out shelves filled with documents, an expensive, minimalist renovation.

Before you could get bored, you heard gunfire in the distance. It was getting closer. Screams. Laughter. The door was kicked down.

Two men burst inside. The third remained outside, firing back and providing cover.

The first one was bright-eyed, with a cheeky smile. He didn't even seem surprised, as if hostages had been part of his plans from the start. Slowly, as if he hadn't heard the shots, he swaggered over and sat down opposite. The most cheerful of the bunch. The most reckless. Leo.

— Ha! Guys, look at this... Why are they interested in hostages?

The second one had black hair, sharp movements, and an angry look. He snapped at everything and everyone. He was in a hurry. Dave.

"Damn it, Leo, we just need to get the documents! Why keep looking for unnecessary problems?! Offer to pick him/her up too!"

Leo's smile blossomed.

• Good idea, bro!

And only the third one, the one standing in the doorway and firing, finally uttered a few words. Calmly. As if this wasn't a shootout, but a morning stroll.

— Guys, let's hurry up a little. Documents.

Shad. He seemed to be the one in charge here. And seeing his calm, I just wanted to know what kind of magnesium he was taking.

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