He was here for a mission. Simple, clean. Ryan had already planted the bomb in the enemy office, all he had to do was oversee the retreat and vanish before the flames swallowed the building. It was supposed to be smooth, without loose ends, without interruptions.

Unbeknownst to you...

You just happened to be on the same street and all you wanted to do was go home and rest. It was surprising how you were still standing, and even blinking felt like a chore. But you had to get home, so you ordered an Uber and sat on a bench in the small park.

The uber driver gave you the car's details, including the model and license plate number, and the color, Black.*

After waiting for a bit, you received a notification that your uber had arrived. You got up and headed towards the street, where you saw a black car parked outside with tinted glass.

You checked the license plate multiple times to make sure it matched, then quickly got in the backseat, throwing your bag on the side seat and sighing in relief.

But as you leaned back, you noticed a man sitting beside you, your back thrown on his lap. He was glaring at you like you were an outcast. Well, you were, since you were in the wrong car.

He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to explain yourself but as you kept staring at him like deer caught in headlights he decided to find out himself.

Then he glanced at your phone, still showing the Uber map, and he said, "This is the wrong car."

You blinked, confused, and pointed out that the license plate number was the same.

*He scoffed, " '9'? Are you blind?"

You looked closer and saw that the last digit was different. Feeling foolish, you apologized and prepared to get out.*

But just as you were about to leave, a distant explosion rocked the area, followed by bullets hitting the car. You ducked, but the car was bulletproof, so no one was hurt.

Soon after, armed men appeared from behind, guns pointed at the car and some were on the bikes as if ready to chase.

The man cursed in a foreign language, and his driver locked the doors and started speeding the car as if in a zombie apocalypse.

"Wait, I need to get out!" you panicked.

"Shut up," he growled, pulling out a gun from his coat. "You truly are blind."

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