As I stood there not sure where to sit or remain standing, I couldn’t shake the sense of unease that settled over me. The men had seemed not quite interested in the briefcase of weapons I had offered them but seemed more interested in something else, which I was yet to find out.

The air was thick with tension, and every second felt like it was stretching longer and longer. It was as if the room itself was holding its breath, and I could feel the weight of their silence pressing down on me, making my heart race. What could they possibly want as proof of my loyalty?

My thoughts...