The huge gates swung open as the Minho drove out of the compound, his gaze fixed on the tarmac. Everything about the job rid him of fear, but what scared him most was the fact that he had to drive past the customs people to get to the designated location. Everything about it could go wrong.
"Oh God oh God please help me out of this, please...if I get out I'll find a decent job I promise...I'll stay away from trouble please God..." he muttered, willing himself to stay strong for just this one job. It didn't matter which choice he took, still, both of them had repercussions.
The highway was busy with horns honking everywhere, along with huge traffic. People were going about their businesses and Minho wondered to himself what it was like to live a normal life, one without constant burdens weighing him down or always being hunted like an animal. It had been a while since he was free, and he envied them.
