Under the night sky of the city…
[7100 metres… 3860 metres… remaining.]
[1200 metres...]
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[...549 metres…]
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"So, did you get the goods…?"
A man muttered in a heavy voice, his attention directed towards the group of men standing before him.
"Yes, Boss. We've shifted them inside the basement for now. They were a bit feisty, but nothing we couldn't handle."
The man speaking grinned, and hearing his words, the Boss's smile widened slightly.
A few of the others chuckled as well.
"You can enjoy them now. Just remember to keep them intact."
All of them once again turned towards the heavy voice, their eyes shifting towards the Boss, who leaned back against the sofa, a cigarette burning between his fingers.
"Boss, what do we do about Glenn…? He's still bedridden after getting treated."
The Boss's expression changed slightly.
"That fucker, huh?"
He slowly puffed on his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he thought for a moment.
