Halia's taxi soon pulled up next to a familiar car parked under a tree.
It was Jackson's.
Halia had definitely arrived at the right place...
Halia paid the taxi driver and quickly got out of the car. In front of her was a path that led to a little cabin. She slowly approached, hiding behind a tree to check that the coast was clear as she got closer.
There was no one in sight.
Halia walked over to the cabin and peeked in through the window.
As she looked in, she quickly spotted Jackson sitting inside, surrounded by a bunch of tools. There was no one else with him.
What was he doing?
Halia wiped the window a little and tried to look carefully at what was happening inside the cabin. That was when she noticed the vest on Jackson's body.
Immediately, her heart began to pound and her palms got sweaty.
"It's a bomb," she whispered to herself.
On Jackson's chest, there was a timer. The number on it now read '22'.
