The oppressive ambiance of the motel room seemed to pulse with the anxieties of its occupants. The lights flickered sporadically, casting erratic shadows that danced across the grimy walls. The occasional distant crash and shouting from outside only added to the oppressive sense of unease. Chris, Maria, and Ana sat in strained silence, while Doug and Diego returned to the room after their brief discussion in the hallway.
Diego, having finished his call, entered the room with an urgent and visibly concerned expression. He was an imposing figure, his rugged appearance contrasting with the tension that marked his every movement. He was speaking with a thick accent and broken English, trying to communicate the gravity of the situation.
"Listen up, everyone," Diego said, his voice heavy with a mix of seriousness and stress. "I just talk to my contact. They track us. FBI know where we are."
Maria's eyes widened. "FBI? Here already?"
"Yes," Diego replied, nodding. "They coming. They be here by noon tomorrow. We need to move fast."
Ana shifted uncomfortably. "What we do?"
Diego continued, his English a patchwork of broken phrases and urgent tones. "We no stay here. They find us here. We need to leave before they come."
Doug, who had been pacing back and forth, looked up, his expression grim. "So, what's the plan?"
Diego took a deep breath, his gaze shifting between the others. "We go South America. We start early in morning. We get out of here and make way. Rest now. Think about that before cops come. No time to waste."
Chris felt the weight of the situation press heavily on his shoulders. The prospect of the FBI closing in was both alarming and sobering. The sense of urgency was palpable, and the need to act quickly was clear.
Maria and Ana exchanged worried glances. Maria's accent made her words come out sharp and clipped. "We need to be ready. No more waiting."
Ana nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "Yes, we must get ready. We cannot stay here."
Doug turned to Diego with a look of determination. "We get some rest, then. In the morning, we head out as planned."
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Faded With A Stranger
FanfictionIn Austin, Texas, Chris Randall, a young and ambitious artist, finds himself alone at a rooftop bar after his date stands him up. Feeling lost and restless, he's on the verge of calling it a night when he notices an old man, Doug Harrison, strugglin...
