He’s got to get away. John runs as fast as can until he reaches a cliff and heaves himself down. Rocks are slipping. His hands are sweating. Looking below, the river is moving so fast, it is mad, it’d suck anything in. He hears the sound of a helicopter. They’re coming for him. Johns toned and muscular military body is sweating. He’s just hanging there. Nowhere to go. Shots fired. His hand slips. They’re getting closer and the gun is pointed right at him, he has to do something… he lets go. No Rambo nooo!! Maybe it’s just me, but I happen to think[...]
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