CHAPTER LXI: DESPERATION

More phone calls…

“So, The Mastermind knows that The Fixer is alive?”

”Yeah, but he doesn’t know that bloody much about it. Seems like someone tipped him off and now they’re holding that fucking fracas over my head!”

”Alright, I would need to warn The Fixer but he was very specific with his instructions that I am not to call him. He needs to contact me first.”

”Damn it, so our plan ain’t gonna be worth shit because of this? Is that what you’re saying, brother?”

”No, I believe we can still use this to our advantage. Just give me time and don’t rock the boat. You need to give them the illusion that you’re still loyal to them.”

”Well, I told them that I’ll spill the beans if they keep rubbing me the wrong way.”

”That’s fine since they do perceive you as the rebellious powder keg that no one can control. My only advice is you stay put and try to get as much info as you can without them being suspicious.”

”And what about you? If he even gets a damn whiff of what you already know brother…”

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