Bab 288: Arrival

"Please, sit down, before things come harder for you," the hazmat suit man said. "Self-control is clearly nonexistent in your set of manners."

Hans gave a real dirty look at the man, but he didn't open his mouth, probably afraid he was going to get clocked by a bullet.

Fear raced through my veins as Hans began walking towards our seat. His footsteps were the only producers of sound besides the moving bus.

He came towards me, and returned to his seat, before everyone began to retreat back to their respective spots, although someone came to treat the man in the vest.

"We'll be arriving at Raven's Gorge very soon. Try to enjoy your stay as much as you can," the driver announced. I gulped, unsure of what to do. We lost the briefcases, meaning that the TSA finally might have them. 

That means, I probably failed. No. No. I didn't fail, what we're going to do is that we're going to get out of this place as fast as we can and find Brie and the suitcase.