Chapter 392 - 7.82 Get Your Revenge
Ezra had been treated very well for a traitor who almost caused Moshe’s death. For starters, he wasn’t put in the basement. Instead, he was locked in one of the empty rooms inside the basecamp, one that had the full view of the mountain from the west. It would be especially breathtaking especially when the sun settled into the horizon in the evening. It wasn’t exaggerating to say that he was really treated like an esteemed guest.
Ezra had been prepared for his own brutal death ever since his plan was foiled. That’s why, he was utterly bewildered when Moshe’s men escorted him here. Not only that, they had even given him a portion of dinner equal to everyone else! At first, Ezra had thought he would get an excruciating death due to poison and had even anticipated the pain coming. Alas, all he got was a warm and full tummy!
He was confused, enraged and desperate, all kinds of negative emotions mixing into one and turning him into a ball of tense nerves. Exactly what did Moshe want? How long was he going to prolong Ezra’s suffering?!
The night was deep when Ezra heard a faint commotion coming from the yard. Unable to sleep, he went to the window but his room was situated in the back of the building. He could see nothing but the dark forest, cloudy sky and the quiet pitter patter of rain that was falling gently onto the windowsill.
Sighing, he was prepared for a sleepless night when a series of knocks shattered the tranquility inside the room. He flinched in shock, nearly tripping over his own feet. His eyes subconsciously darted around in panic as he tried to find any weapon to defend himself but then when he recalled the situation he was in, he abruptly froze. A bitter smile curled upon his lips.
What are you trying to do, Ezra...? Look at the situation you are in right now. What is the point of protecting yourself when the only way forward is death?
"Come out," a man’s gruff voice drifted beyond the door. "Boss has summoned you."
Ezra clutched his chest, feeling the tremor of his thundering heart inside. Finally... He took a deep breath and opened the door. "Lead the way."
Even though he had been working under Moshe for almost a decade, Ezra seldom came to the basecamp. His job mostly revolved around guarding Moshe’s mansion or on any special occasions, going on patrol around the warehouses or cargo ships.
The last time he came here was two years ago, to send over a traitor who had been caught red-handed trying to sell inside information to The Void’s enemy. He watched inside the car as the traitor was dragged inside the building, screaming and struggling. Even hours later, their pained scream reverberated through the air, it sent goosebumps throughout Ezra’s body.
That would be my fate someday, he’d thought back then.