Chapter One Hundred and Twenty- Five. Do It Myself!
Sitting behind his desk, at his latest headquarters Sergie had created for himself, in the Estonian forests, the Costo Lobo Leader logged on to both his, and the C.U.N.T.S financial accounts, bracing himself for what he knew he was going to find.
Sergie growled as he looked at the accounts he held, not only for the Costa Lobo and RFW, but also his own. Every single last one of them was haemorrhaging money. They had been for weeks. Paralyzing his war effort, not paying the mercenaries he had hired a single dime. They paid warriors were becoming less and less patient for their money. Some of them already leaving the organisation, declaring no money, no help. He had attempted to find more funding, but his backers in the RFW were strugg
