Neil looked directly into my eyes, a stare that chilled me to the bone. He had a casual, even derisive, stance, as if he had already won. His troops dispersed behind him, filling the little cabin with their oppressive presence. Ethan was tight as he stood in front of me, his fists clinched and prepared for battle.
Lydia remained at the laptop, her fingers scanning the keyboard feverishly. Each click served as a reminder that we still had a shot and seemed like a lifeline. However, how long could we resist Neil? How long until he stole all we had worked so hard to achieve?
Neil remarked, "Olivia," in a soothing, condescending tone that sounded like he was talking to a little kid. "You've played this game for too long. It doesn't have to end poorly for you, even if you've made things difficult for me. I may let you go if you give me the drive.
