"Please don't force your thoughts on me."
To put it politely, Jude meant the conversation should end here.
"..."
Silence filled the storeroom, and Jude sent the last crate up, tied to a rope.
Silvio said one last thing at that moment.
"If you're thinking of coming back here, you'd better give up."
"Yeah, whatever."
Jude glanced at him and climbed the rope. He had seemed fine back at the airport. Just what had he heard from the President?
I don't even know if he was normal in the first place. Maybe he was already crazy back then.
When Jude reached the spot where his friends had gathered, he saw Bastien loading a magazine into a K5 pistol while the others watched him. As Jude was about to pack his things, Bastien suddenly pressed the muzzle against the back of his own hand.
"Bastien... you..."
Bang!!
The gunshot bounced off the walls and echoed. When Bastien lowered the pistol, the bullet could be seen being pushed out of the wound before falling to the floor.
