Twenty-Nine
“I’m ready. What’s the plan?” “We need to infiltrate them. They’re too big and we don’t have enough manpower to just storm in there. I’m afraid we won’t have the option of taking many of them prisoner. They may simply need to die.” “Infiltrate? How?” I asked. “I don’t know how to fight well enough to storm a big crime organization. What are they, anyway?” “The Sapphire Tears is the name they operate under. I’d say they’re like a gang, but that wouldn’t be one hundred percent accurate. They’re more like the mob. Their connections run deep in the supernatural community. I suspect that since Tucker never returned, they might already have their guard up.” “The mob? Like the mafia? You’re serious?” I thought back on the fuzzy memories of my time in captivity. The people around me spoke both
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