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He and Onur had set up the run.
They had their own soundproofed office just off the main floor. The big window let him see all of the envy, which was righteous. They had a majorly big portal into Turkey’s fastest supercomputer, which was awesome.
Everything they needed to make this work had been provided, right down to a small fridge filled with Red Bull and a cupboard of all the best junk food from Clip Sesame-Sticks to Pizza Kraker, and loads of individually wrapped Pop Kek chocolate muffins. There was a McDonald’s. But it was three kilometers away and he’d decided it was better to not ask for deliveries.
And Firat’s threat that Asli’s life was on the line was a load heavy enough to crush him.
Thankfully, the general left them alone during the prep for this run.
“This sucks, Met
