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“How are things going?” he asked the first guy, the taller one. He looked like he could be Hispanic, or maybe Italian. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t really care. These guys were a means to an end. They weren’t important, and never would be.
“Guy’s a pain in the a*s. Keeps asking for things he says he needs.”
“Like what?”
“He said he needs to get online. Research or some such shit.”
“I told you no internet,” he said harshly. If everything fell apart because these stupid f***s didn’t know how to follow orders, he’d kill them with his bare hands instead of the bullets he had for them.
He hadn’t come this far to fail in the last step of the whole plan. Two years of hard work. No. f**k no.
“We told him that. He said he had to check something.”
“Did you let him?”
The guy shook h
