*** Henry ***
"Are you sure this plan will work?" Hendrick asked.
We were at the mafia headquarters, in my office. We had a plan, and today we were going to rescue the women of my life.
I couldn't believe how stupid I was not to realize John was behind all this.
Why hadn't he tried to make any contact or something similar? That was strange.
I felt weak. The enemy was on my side, and I hadn't noticed.
"Why not?" I asked.
"I don't know, I'm still confused by everything that happened," Hendrick said.
"I think it's better if you stay here," I said.
"I think so too, kid," Petter agreed.
"Stay," Hendrick looked at me intently. "You've been through a lot."
"Alright." Without saying a word, he left.
"Fred, how many men do we have?"
"We have..." Before he finished the sentence, my fath
