1 AM, D-5
The huge traffic jam was holding them up in Maryland. It was so jammed, that they had to take the longest way possible: go to Pennsylvania and to Interstate 80, then go south towards DC, which would take longer than 4 hours.
“Man, we are out of luck today. Either George knows what we’re doing, or people have jobs at 2 AM in the morning or something,” Tyler said.
“We did it again, boss. We have got them towards the long way. Now do the operation. Now!”
“Got it. ”
The manager pressed two buttons, and the object in the Haitian country flew to space.
The work was still at work, with both sides neither giving in an inch, but is there enough time to stop George?