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The Upir Twins’ loss takes a break…

Rustles, thuds, the crushing of twigs and dried leaves on the ground; these were the sounds echoing in the forest as three anomalies covered unimaginable distances, in matters of seconds.

They were moving at 547 miles per hour (mph) – faster than a commercial airliner taking off.

And in no time, 4 minutes, the warehouse came into view.

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I and my colleagues were armed and standing guard at strategic positions, securing a considerably large barn – which also served as a warehouse. We were all in black suits, as always.

I’ve been working for the Mafia for 10 years now. Though, I’ve intended to stop on many occasions, it’s not that simple. Apart from the terrible things that would happen to me, I need the pay in order to take care of my only daughter – she’s still just 15.

Behind us, in the barn, some people were “trading” goods and services, as their voices could faintly be heard.

But suddenly, interruption came: