LET THE GUNS SPEAK [Episode 2] He was soaked through and through with sweat as he ran; perspiration trickled into the corner of his left eye, stinging him sharply, blurring his vision. He blotted his slick forehead with the sleeve of his shirt and blinked furiously to wash the salt out of his eye. He was getting tired but he must not stop running now. His life depended on how hastily he could make his retreat. More important than his own life was the laminated document he held in his hand; this document was more important than anything else. What was contained in the document could herald a new era of something spectacular. And it was quite astonishing that circumstances had subjected him to become the guardian of this secrecy. He knew of the terrible things that would happen if the document got in the wrong hands.
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