Red's voice came through the crackling static of the radio, filling the small room with a sense of hope and anticipation. "Be patient, my friends," he said, his words tinged with a hint of urgency. "Just 10 more days and we'll be back together again. Stay strong, stay safe, and keep the faith. We'll see each other soon."

The message was short and to the point, but it was enough to lift the spirits of the weary group huddled around the radio. For months, they had been on the run, constantly moving from one makeshift shelter to another, always staying one step ahead of their pursuers.

They had been separated from Red and the rest of their group during a chaotic ambush, and since then, they had been living in constant fear of capture or worse.

Black, the unofficial leader of the group, leaned back against the wall and let out a heavy sigh. "It's been a long time coming," he muttered to himself. "But we're almost there. We just have to hold on a little while longer."

Black had taken on the role of leader out of necessity. He was a natural strategist, quick on his feet and always two steps ahead of their enemies.

His calm demeanor and unwavering determination had kept the group together through the toughest of times, and now, as they waited for Red's promised return, he knew that he had to keep their spirits up.

"Alright, listen up," Black called out, addressing the group. "We've got 10 days until Red and the others come back for us. That gives us just enough time to make sure we're ready to move."

The group nodded in agreement, their faces etched with a mix of determination and weariness.

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