67. Stranger

""Hey! Who are you? Show your face! Now!"

George, who had almost half of his body bent and buried inside the dustbin, stilled upon hearing someone's voice. He was right that someone was hiding somewhere looking out for anything that could happen.

Remembering he was a mad man now, he quickly ignored the voice and kept his head in the bin, quickly touching a few things and smearing his now filthy hands on his face.

He did not forget to put a few clothes in a polythene bag and wrapped it in one dirty shirt. He held onto it tightly in his armpit as he scattered things in the dustbin. He was very lucky he had his passport and more important documents in a different location. He only had his master card with him to do some transactions. 

Suddenly, a strong arm grabbed his shirt from the back and pulled him out of the dustbin with such great force that caused him to stagger a few steps back before he landed with a heavy thud on his butt.