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Mistakes Were Made

Razor

"Who are we going after for this, boss?" One of my older members asks.

I currently can't talk, since I had my throat stitched up. So here I sit in a hospital, a "victim" of gang violence. I wasn't about to fess to being the leader of one of the gangs. Both those killed each other according to the story I wrote and signed for the police and the federal agents.

Amongst the feds, I swear I saw none other than the youngest Zen, Slater. What an exciting bit of juicy information that is. He didn't notice me, which is a small mercy.

I wrote on my notepad that we would take care of all that later. I need a plan first. 

I'll have to be carefu

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