81. A step closer

Enzo stepped out of the airplane with just a small bag. His flight had just landed some seconds ago. He walked away from the arrival terminal to the area where he would get a taxi to his hotel. He had gotten a call from his friends in the UK saying they had information on the black scorpione the previous night so he had to take an early morning flight to the UK the next morning. It wasn't something that could be shared over the phone or the internet so he had to be there.

“Wagwan, bro,” he had heard Miguel's voice as soon as he picked up the call. Miguel spent most of his years in the hood of London. He was a certified street brother and had affiliations with most of the London gangs.

“All good, man. How is it going over there?” Enzo replied. It's been quite a while since he last heard from Miguel or any one of them.

“We good, fam,” Miguel responded and he nodded even though he knew Miguel couldn't see it. “You know, Jack and I just found information on that stuff you asked us about.