Campus of the undead
The information was thorough—name, photo, address, and even a list of known associates.
“Got you,” he muttered, his voice dripping with malice.
Before he could begin formulating a plan, his phone buzzed again. This time, it was a text message. He frowned, opening it to find a message from one of the soldiers he had on his payroll.
Major Erickson knows about your involvement in the pandemic. No proof yet, but he suspects.
Dennis swore colorfully, his grip tightening on the phone. He quickly replied, asking for the soldier’s account number. Moments later, he wired a generous sum of money as a thank-you.
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