Got Too Close
He returned his attention forward to see a man already waiting next to a wall, leaning against it, thumb in pocket, dark hair packed in a ponytail, he had on shades, and his lips looked burnt, possibly from excessive smoking.
He wore a black leather jacket and a red shirt, but Nico doubted that would be enough to wad off the death cold. He stood tall, eyes stuck on the president as he walked towards him.
Nico appeared before him, and immediately he knew this wasn't the voice. He knew this wasn't the voice on the phone.
"Throw the money over."
Nico hesitated for a moment, uncertainty creeping in the longer he stared at the man leaning against the wall. Taking a deep breath, he tossed the bag
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