Rogues and Royals
“And the timeframe?”
“Tuesday.”
“Tuesday?! I don’t think it’s possible. I need to find out who these scabs are, the blueprints of where they are staying, exits and possible escape routes, the whole nine yards!” He shook his head, already giving up before we even began.
I reached into my pocket and squeezed the precious mineral again to calm myself, letting Dublin rant on about impossible deadlines and glove brands for fingerprints. “Tuesday.” I said again, getting him to stop. “If it’s not Tuesday; we’ll never get a chance like this ever again in our lives. When we’re in there, if I can’t grab the stone right away, it’s all off; I promise.”
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