**** Boston’s P.OV. ****
The last 24 hours have been rough; trying to keep my men motivated was challenging. We had found ourselves in a big mess. One that I had initially put my stamp of approval on. I have to make sure that every move I make is calculated and precise. Losing even one man is not an option for me.
Brothers from Georgia and Alabama had been rolling in. Some of the brothers had made their way to Atlanta on the mission to rescue Sisquo’s sister. We have been waiting to hear back from them; we can’t move forward until we know that she is safe.
Just as I am lost in all my thoughts, the phone rings, bringing me back to attention.
“Hey, boys, shut the f**k up. It's Josh from Atlanta calling,” I yell.
The room immediately falls silent. The boys would dare not disresp
