The three vehicles cruised through the busy streets; the white, spotless vehicle harboring Jason and the general was in the middle while the other black vehicles were at the front and back, more like they were guarding the white vehicle.
JAYSON couldn't help but notice the different treatment the general was getting, the general was treated far differently from the way he was treated in the barracks.
Here he was treated with great respect and of higher value Than back in the barrack. Jayson had no idea why this was the case but he knew he would figure it out soon.
After a long while, the vehicle drove into a quiet street; the area here was quiet and lonely; abandoned cars and motorbikes were parked by the side of the road, somewhere even at the center of the road, and the drivers had
