• F***. That was all he thought as he stood precariously on the edge of the cliff that happen to lead to a one-way trip into the Nerlande Sea. Glancing over his shoulder, he could see the angry heavily armed mob surrounding him. It was suppose to be a simple escape. He blamed that d*** stupid broad who had screamed when she saw his striped uniform. So now, he was stuck between a f***in’ trigger-happy mob and a f***in’ god-knows-how-deep sea. No way was he going back to that hellhole. Glancing over his shoulder again at the mob, he lifted his hands above his head, mentally screaming profanities. And he jumped.