The Billionaire's Toy
There was a bright light at the far end of the warehouse, and it seemed that was their ultimate destination.
The closer they got, the more he regretted his decision to indulge his father. The tattoo on his back seemed to burn and twist, propelling him forward. The light came from a small room. The room housed two long tables. The tables were littered with vast array of tools and supplies. Many people stood around them, creating small packages of… something. Armed men stood around them, ensuring that that whatever was going on, went on smoothly and without protest.
As he watched, he began to realize what was going on.
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