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A brown briefcase in the middle of a dirt road. The briefcase is not just lying around on the dirty ground. No: it was placed there on purpose.
It gives an eerie, creepy vibe: who brought this briefcase to this remote place only to put it there? And why this unknown person did this?
It's a very nice briefcase, after all: it surely wasn't just abandoned there. If someone wanted to threw away the bag, its owner should just put it on the trash, not walk with it to this place.
The Briefcase in the Dirt Road
"Finally," she thought. After 13 hours working in this smoky, underground laboratory, she had finished the batch.
She then took the erlenmeyer flask and weighed it on her precision scale: 850 grams. "Perfect, as we agreed".
Then she took a notebook from under the table and wrote down "850g * 19.4 = 16,490 USD". "That's enough to pay my debts; I'll be free now. Free."
She took the flask, sealed it a plastic lid and put it in her brown briefcase. Now, it was the time to walk to the rendezvous point, 7 kilometers into the dirt road that cut through the fields of that huge, abandoned farm near the city. After the farm declared bankruptcy a few years ago, no one actually walked through that path, so it was a safe place to do the exchange.
After walking for about an hour, she reached the place. "At least today's not raining; I wouldn't want to go back home soaked again like yesterday".
A brown briefcase, exactly as hers, was in the middle of the path. There was nothing else there.
She opened the briefcase and took a pack of money from it; then she counted the money: "one thousand...three...eight...fifteen, sixteen. Sixteen thousand, four hundred and ninety dollars. Everything's correct, as always".
She then took the briefcase from the ground, put the money inside it, and placed her own briefcase in the same place on the path.
"Let's walk away from here, I don't want to see him again. This is as bad as it is", she thought.
But, in her way back home, she felt something weird going on, as if she was being watched. She knew too much, after all. Would him let her walk away from all of this just by paying her debts?
She kept looking over her shoulders, but couldn't find anynone.
Maybe no one was following her after all.
Maybe.
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