Painful Distraction
Suddenly, he stumbled, letting out a yelp of pain. “Ow! My ankle!” he cried, dropping to the ground near the concealed package. As he clutched his leg, his hand grasped the blue and white parcel, sliding it behind his back. “Are you alright?” An agent hurried over, looking concerned. Derek grimaced, slowly standing. “Yeah, just twisted it a bit. I’m okay.” He limped exaggeratedly back towards the SUVs, the package tucked under his jacket.
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