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He pondered, "Could this child be Armin's contingency plan?" He could not help but be reminded of how powerful Armin was some millions of years ago. Nothing could escape Armin's eyes and mind. He could see the past and future, in addition to transcending time. Lawrence speculated that Armin might have foreseen the impending invasion of Bleu Celestial Realm, deciding then to buy millions of years' worth of time for all living beings by slashing the massive realm into fragments with divine will. Lawrence dispelled those thoughts after sensing that there was no trace of Armin's aura from Severin.

He seemed to have had his game plan all figured out. "You know Armand?" I asked him. "Let's just say we were once really close and he treated me like his little brother." Arlene said to me. "Weird. By every calculation, you're older than Armand." I said to him, "I know right but, have you taken a good look at this face?" He said as he pouted childishly. I scoffed. Of course, that was going to be it. "Apologies. I didn't notice that bit." I said to him,

"Your grandmother is one of the owners of the agency La Arma, but no one in her family knew then." "La Arma? What is that?" He breathed deeply again. "I will tell you about that, but La Arma is now also under your name." "What is it?" He ruffled my hair a little. "For now, don't worry about it. Your daddy is in charge of La Arma in the meantime." "But Gianna, she knows about La Arma. "Yes. Those two are also close, but in front of Merceditas, no. They have to hide it. I don't know what the reason is between the two of them, but when the three of us are together, they always bully me."

‘Even is she wasn’t already inclined that way,’ Tony purred sarcastically, his voice soft as silk. Later, coming out of the lavatory in the ladies’ room, Karen found Armina gone. She had left her powdering her nose and promising to wait. Where was she? Making a date with Mario? Bonking him against the garden wall? What would he be like in the sack? She had never done a field trial, but they did say Latins were lousy lovers.

Arturo chuckled and shook his head at me before starting the car again as the light turned green. “I am not talking about normal businessmen, little wolf, I will have you know that.” He said, and I frowned in confusion, trying to process what he just said. “The meeting that we are having would be of the different wines that will be arriving as well as a few drugs that would be entering the country.”

The encrypted phone was in the drawer. I dialed the only contact that mattered now. Armin. Armin was a specialist in disappearances. He created new identities, new passports, new lives. He charged a lot, but he delivered what he promised. I had met him years ago at a charity event in Vienna — he was one of the anonymous sponsors, a man who lived in the shadows as I now needed to live. He answered on the second ring. “Lena.” His voice was deep, measured. There was no surprise. Armin was never surprised by anything. “I heard the news. I assume this isn’t a social call.”

“It gives me more claim than you think, Armin.” “Oh, really?” Armin shot back, his voice sharp as steel. “And what exactly is that?”

I snapped and he sighed. “Armin can be of help!” He said and I rolled eyes. “Say that one more time and I'll strangle you!” “No, I'm serious, he can be of help, remember he has been here for a long time, he knows alot of things!” He snapped and I arched my eyebrows, getting interested. “Really?”

I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip – BLAM. My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall. Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it. “Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled. Shit. “I mean it!” he shouted. I dropped the AR-15 on the deck. He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”

As expected, Trevor went to greet him warmly, “Sir, you wouldn’t have come out specifically to welcome us, would you?” The old man chuckled. “I guess. It’s a habit to come down for a walk after dinner, and I was worried that I wouldn’t be home when you guys came, so I waited around here.” After exchanging pleasantries, Trevor introduced the old man to Javier. “Simon Aurum, ex-chairman of the company. I used to work under him.” Another Aurum…It seemed that people in this area shared similar last names. Without dwelling too much on it since the old man was still there, Javier went up to him to greet him.