Arzina had been frantically searching for Amar for what felt like an eternity, determined not to give up on her mission. She scoured every city, every corner of every building, and every street, but he remained elusive. Frustrated, she turned off the highway and pulled into a gas station to rest. Parking her car, she stepped out, overwhelmed with nervous energy. Realizing it was impossible to find and capture him alone, she decided to sit in the car and reflect on her mistakes. Deep in thought, she contemplated her next move.
Suddenly, two black cars pulled up and stopped in front of her.
Distraught, Arzina slowly reached for her gun.
A man stepped out of one of the black cars and addressed her.
"Good day, Arzina!" he said, a smirk on his face.
"Who are you, and what do you want?!" she snapped.
"Don't you recognize me?" he replied, feigning innocence.
"No!" she shouted back.
"Well then, I'm Randall," he said, leaning against the car casually.
"Randall? How do you know my name?" Arzina asked, confusion washing over her.
"I worked for your father," he replied, his tone unsettling. "I know everything about you and everyone in your circle."
"What are you talking about?!" she demanded.
(laughs) "I'm a traitor!"
"A traitor?!"
"Yes, a traitor to your father and his damn policies," he said with a sneer.
Arzina raised her gun, pointing it at Randall. "What do you want from me?!"
"Easy now! Calm down and put the gun down," he urged.
"I won't until you tell me what you want!" she insisted.
"I want to help you," he said.
"Help? Ha! If a traitor offers me help, I don't want it!" she shot back.
"Listen, Arzina! I won't take long. I want to help you find and catch Amar!" he said, a hint of urgency in his voice.
Arzina hesitated, lowering the gun slightly. "How did you know about my mission?!"
"I told you, I know everything!" Randall reiterated.
"Then help me!" she pleaded.
"But not so fast!" he replied, his tone playful.
"What do you mean?" she asked, puzzled.
"You have to do me a favor first," Randall said, a sly smile creeping across his face.
"A favor? Forget it!" she retorted.
"Then I won't help you," he shot back, crossing his arms.
Arzina fell silent, weighing her options.
"Will you agree to my terms?" he pressed.
She remained silent, deep in thought, calculating her next move.
"Have you decided?" Randall asked impatiently.
"Fine, I agree to your favor!" she said reluctantly.
"Good! Your mission is to rob a bank," Randall announced triumphantly.
"A bank?! Of all things, you want me to rob a bank?!" Arzina exclaimed in disbelief.
"Yes!" he confirmed, his eyes gleaming.
"No, no, no! Forget it!" she insisted.
"Then you won't get my help!" he laughed.
Arzina paused, contemplating her next steps.
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PROTOGEN ( NEW CIVILIZATION)
FantasyA 20-year-old boy named Amar had a dream that soon came to him, his life changed as well as his destiny. his old life on earth dies while his new life is born. Amar will have to get used to the new life that God has given him. Amar faces new friends...
