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Montero's POV

"As you know, my daughter was kidnapped just a few minutes ago and the plan is to get her back before she reaches any towns. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir." They all nodded in understanding, but Jacobson.

"Is that your plan?" He scoffed, sitting on the nearby chair.

"Do you have a better one?" I asked, leaning on the table with both my hands looking straight at him.

"No, but don't you have like something we can do? Not how you just vaguely saying this." I gritted my teeth, clenched my fingers slowly forming fists.

Conceal, conceal, conceal. Do not kill him, do not kill him, he is the father of my wife, I kept chanting in my head. Don't kill him. My hand was already going for my gun at this point. My daughter was missing, and if Jacobson kept pressing my buttons, he would soon follow the missing persons.

Seven saw I was beyond angry and he came next to me, and slowly pulled my arm away, placing it at a safe distance. I looked at him and shook his head.