"CYNTHIA!"
It all happened in slow motion in George's appalled eyes. His feet which weighed a ton couldn't move fast enough though he ran with all his might as he saw his wife about to fall for the man's trap.
He was too late. The traitor had already spun his spider web all around Cynthia. And that wasn't even the beginning of George's agony as the moonlight shone ominously over a dozen machine guns aimed at his sleeping son.
His wife on one hand, and his son on the other hand. The only ally George had amongst all the enemies right in front of his eyes was none other than the last person fit for that role. George's hopes were on Henry Robinson.
'High and mighty God please save my wife and son!'
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