Into Israel

We carried Midadvisor's body through the streets of Israel, trying to keep a low profile. We knew that if anyone saw us, we would be in grave danger. So, we stole cars and machinery, using them to transport Midadvisor's body from one place to another.

As we moved through the city, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. We were taking a huge risk by carrying Midadvisor's body around, and I knew that it was only a matter of time before we were caught.

But we had to keep moving. We had to get Midadvior's body to a safe place, where we could figure out what to do with him.

As we turned a corner, I saw a group of men watching us from across the street. They looked suspicious, and I knew that we had to get out of there fast.

"Cameron, we have to move," I said, my voice low and urgent.

Cameron nodded, and we quickly loaded Midadvisor's body into a nearby van. We sped away from the scene, our hearts racing with fear.

But as we drove, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. I kept looking over my shoulder, expecting to see someone following us.

And then, suddenly, I heard a loud crash. The van swerved to the side of the road, and I saw that Cameron had been shot.

"Cameron!" I shouted, my voice filled with panic.

Larysa rushed to his side, applying pressure to the wound. "We have to get him out of here," she said, her voice calm and steady.

I nodded, and we quickly loaded Cameron into another vehicle. We sped away from the scene, our hearts racing with fear.

As we drove, I couldn't help but think about how we had ended up in this situation. We had been trying to uncover the truth about Midadvisor's conspiracy, but now it seemed like we were in grave danger.

And then, suddenly, Larysa spoke up. "I know a place where we can hide," she said, her voice low and mysterious.

I nodded, and we followed her to an underground safe house. We rushed inside, locking the door behind us.

As we caught our breath, I turned to Larysa. "You know more than you're letting on, don't you?" I accused, my voice filled with anger.

Larysa looked at me, her eyes flashing with defiance. "What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice innocent.

But I knew that she was hiding something. And I was determined to find out what it was.

"You're hiding something from us, Larysa," I said, my voice firm. "And I'm going to find out what it is."

Larysa's eyes narrowed, and I could see the fear lurking behind them. But she didn't say anything. Instead, she just turned and walked away, leaving me to wonder what secrets she was hiding.