Epilogue

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Third Person:
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It was cold... it was all he could feel.. the coldness came from the concrete he was sitting on, The only other feelings where the roughness of the rope on his hands and feet, with the only warmth coming from a small window. Even that. Was covered with prison like bars, keeping him from freedom.

The squeaking of the big metal door got the man's attention, as a black military boot stepped into the cold room with him. He saw the face of a man he once trusted, not only as a college.. but as friend as well. But the friendly smile he once saw was replaced with a wicked grin sprouting from ear to ear, he stiffened as he saw the smile.

His mined wanted to know what he was gonna do to him but it stoped at one thing.
How am I going to get out of
here? "Well,well, well hello there Soviet.."

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A/N
anyway that was it for the epilogue to the story hopefully you like it and want to see more
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Word count: 175

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