Her brother? Her father? Save her brother first, or save her father? If she goes to save her brother, will it alert the kidnappers, causing them to kill her father? If she goes to save her father, will it be too late for her brother? Call her brother? Will he believe her if she calls? If he doesn't believe her, and if he finds out, will he stop her from saving their father?
Her mind was already in chaos, and she could see the clock in the car slowly approaching four o'clock.
Her brother's office wasn't far from the compound. The speeding Beetle Car, just two traffic lights away, could soon see the shadow of her brother's office entrance. There was no time for her to think, to ponder, to weigh the pros and cons. Weighing her brother or her father on a scale to see who was more important was meaningless when racing against death. When things suddenly happen, she couldn't even tell who she was anymore, with only a blank brain and purely automatic limbs.
