Razor-sharp swamp grasses and reeds swayed a gentle dance. Night music played a soundtrack Trevor’s soundtrack. Puffs of air lingered, muffled as if the forest was holding its breath. He paused, hearing a twig snapping. He dropped to the ground. One wrong move, he thought, accepting death as part of the bargain he’d made. If captured, the ending of his life would be slow, brutal torture with agonizing pain. With a suicide capsule hidden behind the lobe of his right ear, it would only take a hard tap to release a synthetic derivative of Thallium.
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