Aaron
I realize something is wrong when I see two men coming out from behind the warehouse and locking it with the latch. If the women are inside, how do they think they can get out?
I notice one of them gets on a motorcycle with one of the backpacks and leaves. Meanwhile, the other stays a little longer. Through a small vent, he throws something and walks away. He gets into a car and leaves laughing. I take a picture of the license plates with my phone, and seeing that he doesn't return, I get out of the car. Something bad is happening; I can sense it.
With my heart pounding, I run toward the warehouse. I try to open the door, but the latch is firmly secured. I bang on the door and shout, hoping for some response from inside, but I only hear silence. The sense of urgency grows.
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