Between people who might have died, between people who might or might not have died, between those crimes that might or might not have taken place.

Between reporting that investigation, when by normal means, they found nothing, talking to whoever held the secrets, meeting with your informant, that information, which may or may not be true, even the demons that always watched everyone around you.

There was no going back, the implications and all situations would not go back, there were consequences, suspicions became reality.

Death and life, even those who never imagined having contact, but looking around, the deepest desires, the opinion of their former contacts, knowing now, with whom they were dealing, in what they created at that time.

Even at that time, when he could make everything as pleasurable as possible, then, between his pleasures and his desires, for every time in his travels, that he was wrapped between each of her secrets, he was shrouded in mystery.

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Several newspapers, schedules, spreadsheets and specific dates on papers and slates, all the pamphlets were scattered around, all of them on the table, it was the image of a dark room and the countless corridors of a building occupied by the new organization, it was a meeting of several members of the sect, and the news crossed out. 


There were schedules and plans all around them, with desks and computer screens as well as keyboards, and tall and short people wearing vests, with weapons and camouflage gowns, gowns and veils on women, weapons piled up, and faces a face of the leader. 


That man was black and with a shaved head with a turban, his dark clothes especially his black color, as dark as night and his bare skin full of scars and a mutilated nose, and two fingers missing, making a little story. 


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