Guto and Amber sat in their makeshift camp, a small fire crackling between them, casting flickering shadows on the surrounding trees. The warmth of the flames contrasted with the chill of the night air. They huddled close, their faces illuminated by the fire's gentle glow.
Amber had a determined look in her eyes as she began, "Guto, we need to figure out our next steps. First, we have to locate the main building of the BioHealth Corporation."
Guto nodded. "Agreed. But finding the main building won't be easy. It's likely heavily guarded, and we don't want to draw too much attention."
Amber leaned in closer to the fire, her gaze locked on the dancing flames. "We'll have to gather information bit by bit. They probably transport the flasks on a caravan or something close to that, we'll just need to intercept it."
Guto nodded, his mind already whirring with plans and possibilities. "We'll need to study how they transport those flasks. If we can figure out their methods, we might be able to steal some and sell them for money. It's risky, but it's the only way we can afford to leave this country and go somewhere safe."
Guto's brow furrowed in thought as he contemplated the risks and rewards of their plan. "Stealing from BioHealth Corporation won't be easy, especially if they have tight security. But you're right; we need the funds to make a fresh start."
Amber reached out and placed her hand on Guto's, their eyes meeting in a shared understanding. "We're in this together, Guto, no matter what challenges lie ahead. We'll find answers, expose the truth, and secure our future."
He smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "Together," he echoed, feeling the weight of their shared purpose and the strength of their bond. As they gazed into the flames, they knew that their journey was far from over, but with determination and trust, they would face whatever obstacles came their way.
***
Two weeks had passed since Guto and Amber had discussed their plan to steel from BioHealth Corporation. The small, secluded campsite had become their base of operations, hidden deep within the forest. The cool breeze rustled the leaves overhead, and the rhythmic chirping of crickets filled the night air.
In the dim light of the campfire, Guto sat cross-legged on the ground, his eyes focused on a rat perched nearby. As he concentrated, a silent exchange took place between Guto and the rat, their minds connecting as the rat whispered to him.
Amber watched with curiosity, sitting beside Guto and sipping on a cup of tea she had brewed over the fire. Her expression held a mixture of intrigue and amusement as she observed the peculiar sight.
Finally, Guto broke the connection and turned to Amber with a grin. "We're good to go," he informed her.
Amber chuckled, shaking her head. "It's still weird when you do that," she remarked, taking another sip of her tea.
Guto chuckled in response. "I can't help it. It's a useful skill. Besides, it's not every day you meet someone who can talk to rats."
Amber raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "True," she conceded. "But I can't help but wonder if you're having secret conversations with those forest critters, plotting against me."
Guto chuckled . "I promise, I'm not plotting against you with the rats. They're more concerned with finding food than anything else."
Guto then handed over a piece of apple to the rat.
***
The moon hung high in the midnight sky, casting a silvery glow over the narrow, winding road that cut through the dense forest. A lone caravan made its way along the treacherous path, pulled by a pair of sturdy horses. Three men rode at the front, while an equal number of guards kept watch at the rear, their senses on high alert.
As the caravan continued its journey, the rhythmic clatter of hooves on the uneven road echoed through the night. The guards exchanged occasional glances, their vigilance unwavering. They knew that danger could lurk in the darkness at any moment.
Suddenly, the two men at the front of the group stepped on something soft and squishy on the road, causing a strange, purple liquid to burst forth. It splattered onto their boots, trousers and their skin, prompting one of them to exclaim, "Ew, what the fuck is that?"
The driver of the caravan, overhearing the commotion, called out, "Hey, what's going on up there?"
The guard who remained unaffected by the liquid quickly replied, "Nothing, we're okay." However, his words were cut short as he realized that the two men who had stepped on the mysterious substance were falling behind, their movements sluggish and unsteady.
Concern etched across his face, the guard turned to the driver. "Hey, are you guys okay back there?" he called out, his voice tinged with worry.
Turning the corner to investigate, he was met with a horrifying sight. The two men who had stepped in the strange liquid lay on the ground, their bodies riddled with crossbow bolts. To make matters worse, their heads were missing, leaving behind grotesque, headless corpses. The guard felt a wave of nausea wash over him, and he couldn't help but vomit at the gruesome scene before him.
As he tried to regain his composure, a noise from inside the caravan caught his attention. His instincts kicked in, and he motioned for the driver to stay put. Creeping toward the caravan, he cautiously opened the door, ready to confront whatever threat lay within.
To his surprise, he was met by the sight of Guto, a small rat perched on his shoulder. Before the guard could react, Guto with his daggers in hand struck him down with a swift and deadly blow.