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Dylan Ting rang from a gas station near Williamsburg on the way to Cape Hatteras.
“Can’t talk for long,” he whispered to Mitch. “We’re about three hours away. Ru has given me a brief on the mission, can you believe what they’re doing?” Dylan asked but didn’t wait for a response. “I’ve enthusiastically added my support to it—like I had any option, he’d have to kill me otherwise I imagine. Anyway, he told me I’m to go out with Froggy to help in case the VIP panics. So I’m guessing that I’ll be sent back to shore once the VIP is gone, but if he panics I don’t know what that means for me. If you guys are going to be there closing that down, will I get caught in the crossfire?”
“There will be no firing if it goes to plan. Dylan, here’s what we are going to do.” Mitch explained the plan. “
