CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY – THE NEXT STRATEGY

They emerged into a bustling market square, the air filled with the shouts of vendors and the enticing aromas of street food. Without missing a beat, Milo grabbed Rebecca's hand and pulled her into a lively dance with a group of street performers. "Laugh, Rebecca!" he instructed as they twirled. "We're just two carefree tourists enjoying the local culture!" Despite the gravity of their situation, Rebecca couldn't help but let out a genuine laugh. The absurdity of it all – dancing in a Greek marketplace while being chased by law enforcement – was almost too much to process. As they spun, Rebecca caught glimpses of their pursuers, looking frustrated as they scanned the crowd. After a few more twirls, Milo smoothly led them away from the dancers and towards a narrow side street. "Quick thinking," Rebecca said as they power-walked away from the square. Milo winked. "Years of practice, my dear. Now, let's find somewhere to catch our breath and plan our next move." They ducked into a s