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DAY TWENTYNINE 6:35AM


Puzzles

Simon felt the plastic clips give way as a sharp instrument cut away at the bonds. 

The battle had been intense and short-lived by his standards. He heard bullets firing, casings dancing across the floor, bodies thumping every now and then. Long, tense silences. But no vocal sounds whatsoever.

To Simon it seemed like an opera, but instead of high pitched screaming and low bass tones, it was silenced guns. 

"You okay?" Max asked of Simon once he removed the hood from over his head.