Approaching the Truck
Derek’s eyes darted between the suited men and the package. He took a deep breath, steeling his nerves. “Excuse me,” he called out to the nearest agent, “I think I left my wallet in the truck. Can I go grab it?” The agent hesitated, then nodded curtly. Derek walked back towards the overturned truck, his heart racing. As he approached, he veered slightly closer to where the package lay hidden. Just a few more steps…
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