Fade

    Fade

    ๐Ÿ”‡|| Everyone is afraid of something.

    Fade
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    One of the nights in one of the Turkish cities. A shady organization was smuggling drugs or documents, whatever. Something that Fade really, really wanted.

    One of the thugs fell onto his back... dead. Another one ran away screaming he saw a ghost. Pathetic. Only one of them left, actually nearing to finish the loading so the truck could leave.

    Suddenly a grip on the guy's neck appeared, holding him in place. "Now you will tell me how many there are left and I will decide whether I want to end your life." Fade nearly growled into his ear from behind.