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I looked in a mirror and noticed a symbol on my neck, it was the same symbol on the briefcase. “Get dressed, we're going hunting,” he said as he left the room. I put on the suit and opened the briefcase, there was a glowing box inside it and 5 packs of silver bullets. A dark man walked into the room and studied me for a while, before handing me a sandwich. “Come with me,” he said as he walked out of the room. I stuffed the sandwich in my mouth and followed him.

“In his room, he hides it under the boards below the window.” I ease back the knife and glance at Skull. “Go check the room.” I toss Pauline aside and she goes to her knees. I walk back to the table and glance at the men. They appear angry. I doubt it’s over the fact I threatened to kill Pauline. More likely it’s that at least two of the women were in on Fox’s stash of money and we weren’t. Typical Fox. Too bad I already killed the prick. A few minutes later, Skull comes back carrying a large leather saddlebag. He drops it on the table. I unbuckle it and empty the contents.

While I am looking around, my eyes suddenly stopped on their cabinet, so I decided to open it and when I did, I found something inside and that is like a brief case. I opened it and I am kind of shocked to see that it is a case that contains a lot of weapons, there are different kinds of knives and pistols and I know that I need to bring that brief case even if it will be hard for me to carry. After I put it beside my back pack, that is the moment that I have seen an envelope. I grabbed the envelope and then I saw my name on it and obviously it is for me so, I opened it and I started reading its contents.

He set it down on the table between Chelsea and Stone. "Open it" Stone instructed in a grave voice. "Yes, Boss" he respectfully replied. He turned the briefcase to himself and began working on unlocking the combinations on it. In less than a minute he was done. He looked up to Stone, awaiting further instructions. "Show it to her" Stone's instruction came. The man turned the briefcase to Chelsea. He opened it and revealed its contents. Chelsea's eyes immediately fell on the inside of the briefcase. Freshly minted dollar notes entered her vision, stimulating her craving senses. She hadn't seen much cash since she was with Ceaza.

She wore only a few pieces of expensive-looking jewelry and only had a little makeup that brightened her natural features. When she walked into the packhouse, she held a pink briefcase in one hand, and a pink-studded cellphone in her other hand. The three of us sat on the sofa in the parlor and Natalie sat in one of the reclining seats, but she kept the recliner down and her leg crossed over the other as she rummaged through her briefcase, uncovering a bunch of documents and placed them on the coffee table in front of us.

A silver ashtray still wore the ghost of a fresh burn—long and tapered, Gianni’s custom cigars. I moved quietly, slowly, as if afraid of what I might find. The kind of fear that doesn’t make you freeze—it makes you lift your game. A thread of rug curled just enough to catch the toe of my shoe. I bent down and ran a finger beneath it. Bingo. A pressure latch gave way with the reluctant pop of a drunk admitting he remembers the night before. The floorboard groaned, and a panel shifted inward. Behind it: a shallow recess, felt-lined, smug as hell. Inside, a briefcase. Polished. Locked. With a fingerprint scanner.

Is all he says in a voice deeper than I expected. He slaps a manilla folder down on the coffee table. I reach to pick it up, my hands trembling as I flip through the loose-leaf paper inside. The first thing I notice is every paper pertain to Maurice. Except one sheet in particular stands out, the one where it’s her mugshot. I slip this one out of the folder, my eyebrows raising high. I look at the PI who just simply nods as if confirming that what I’m seeing is true. Arthur take it out of my hand and looks just as dumbfounded as I’m sure I did.

Cassian and Max exchanged a look. "Did you get them?" Cassian asked him. Max nodded, and picked up a slim box I hadn't even noticed at the side of the table. It was a sleek looking briefcase, and Max flipped it open. There were indeed weapons inside. Guns, to be exact, with a line of silver bullets below them. My eyes widened. "Where did you get those?!" Max smiled secretly. "I have my ways." I glanced at Cassian, who looked as though he was expecting this.

The silver vault was there behind the painting it looks old school because there's no keyboard or screen like in modern security vaults. I took few steps back from the vault and pulled the trigger of my gun and shoot it and the door of the vault fell down on the floor with some papers that I picked up and read it's mortgage papers of some casinos, I am sure Phillips must have blackmailed the owners but its none of my business unless I use them against him to blackmail him I can use this as proves of his dirty work that I am going to use anyway. My files are also there that without wasting time I picked up from there, we heard some footsteps coming in our direction " Put the painting back on

But then… “It's nothing lethal. I promise you.” She said lowering the briefcase to the ground. The ugly boy turned to look at the one sitting at the head of the table, El Zorro himself, who nodded slightly. The man dropped his gun and fondled with the briefcase as he tried to open it, revealing all we had to offer on the table. “What's this?” He asked in a heavy accent, shuffling our stuff with the point of his gun. Someone needed to teach him manners.