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the caller chimed in. Michael Dutch was on the other end. Jon’s oldest friend. His non-biological brother. Michael also had the distinction of being one of the few people with a worse home life than Jon. His parents were self-absorbed assholes just like Jon’s, but they also had the added handicap of being poor. A hand-to-mouth existence had been Michael’s entire life. He needed an escape as much as Jon did. “Are we still on?” “Definitely.” “All right, I’ll meet you in a bit.”

Dad parked and brought out his phone. "Let me call Michael" my dad said bringing his phone to his ear. I look around at the students walking about. I'll be like them soon. I got out of the car the moment I saw Professor Micheal coming. Professor Micheal was my dads bosom friend, they went to the same secondary school and did their masters abroad together. "Good morning sir" I greeted with a smile. "Anjola, how are you? Professor Micheal asked with a smile. "Im fine sir" I replied.

He responded. "Will the two Alphas who have elected to stand with Alpha Caleb, please identify themselves." The head stated. The first person to get on his feet was Nolan. While they had patched up their relationship somewhat, Caleb still didn't expect much from Nolan, even less to speak alongside him. "I, Alpha Nolan, of the McGyver Pack, stand with Alpha Caleb of the Duncan Pack, in the trial of Alejandro." He announced. If Nolan standing to his feet shocked him, the next voice he heard, sent his shock into overdrive.

Michael “This will be our chance to catch him. When is the next exchange? We’ll lull him there and that’s it. “ “Richard never goes to the exchanges. Ever. “ Garrey said, “He is so, so careful, always has been. There’s no way he will let himself be caught. “ “He just has to be there, even if it's only briefly. “ “No, it won’t work. “ “It will. “ Mike tried to get up, he felt like he had been sitting for too long but once he moved, the pain reminded him of itself and he sat back. “He just needs to be there, “Mike said once again “I have all the other evidence. We just need to catch him then and there.” “I’m not sure….” “Come on, Garrey…” Garrey ran a hand through his hair. “There’s an exc

Hunter is gone, Carter is now missing, and Charley is doing her best to make it to my side without causing an even bigger scene. I'm alone. "Michael, this isn't a game," I try to keep my voice low, even though this has already drawn the attention of most of the people in the room. "And I have a restraining order. You shouldn't be here right now. Why are you here?" Michael snorts, "Believe it or not, Addy, my life doesn't revolve around you. I'm here today on business." Standing up straighter he adds, "I have a room full of very important people waiting two floors down. And unlike you," he snarls, "I didn't have to fuck anyone to get there."

Then I get up, make my coffee, and sit across from Samuel, who is already in his notebook, and we are quiet together in the June morning, and it is enough. It is more than enough. ----- Michael Thomas lands at JFK on the seventh of June. I know because Patricia tells me. Not because Michael tells me directly. He is going to call to arrange the meeting, but he has not yet called, which Patricia says is consistent with a man doing preparatory work before the action. I wait. He calls on the ninth.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

Michael has finally decided to take things serious as he went to a media agency to confess his wrongs. "It's quite surprising to see you here, Michael Daniels." The CEO of the company, Terry Jackson stretched forth his hand as Michael gracefully shook them. "When I got the message that there was something you wanted to relate to the public, I was a little dumbfounded at what that could be." He gestured Michael to take a sit while he arranged his teams to get ready to go live. "Are you sure it's okay to move around considering that you are a wanted person?"

Eli’s mouth was opening and closing, gaping and gasping, as blind terror overtook him. “Listen, Eli,” Ice said. “I am your God here, and I am giving you every chance to do the right thing, but you are just fucking it up left and right, man. So here’s the last opportunity for you to have a prayer of getting out of here with nothing more than a bad concussion and twenty stitches in your brainwashed head… who is that fucker Michael with?” “I – the guy is called –” He broke off, and the three men saw him desperately trying to recall the name that would save his life. “He’s the President of a Utah MC club – of the – the Highway something…”

Raymond said in a stern voice. “Dad, no one can hurt us if Captain Campell is with us! He was the top fighter of the special forces!” said Michael.