Imprisoned in Manhattan

Later in the story
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"Julian, you might wanna see this". James exclaimed. He pulled something out of the desk drawer. It looked like a paper of some sort, maybe a business report?

Either way, what's so special about it?
Nothing, absolutely nothing. It's complete garbage compared to what were trying to do.

I snatched the paper from his hands and flipped through the pages.

Okay. So. Maybe it's not garbage...

"They-.... They've been spying on us?". I asked. I looked up from the paper.

How could they fucking spy on us?
Don't they know that they're stuck here also?
So what? They just waste their time spying on other people who are obviously in need of their help.

"It doesn't matter, we need to find Maria and Johnson before something happens". I said putting the paper down on the desk beside me.

I sighed. Of course it mattered. What am I thinking?

Someone could be doing it right now. What if they already told whoever's in charge?

What if Maria and Johnson are dead?

Will we ever escape?

Will we die here?

The questions were running through my head so fast that I guess, I passed out?

I better fucking find them. They're all James and I have.

This world, yeah.

It's gone to shit.