"They've already found me, they're coming, I don't have much time, oh God. Max, you have to get yourself and your family out of there right now, they're coming-!" He's hysterical, practically shouting into his phone at me.
A loud bang on the other end, a scream, and the line goes dead.
I hold my phone away from my ear and set it down, shaking.
He's dead. He's been shot.
I'm next.
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