Our enemy struck us down.
We rallied.
Now we were off to defeat them, conquer, win.
I wanted to think that was our next course of action, but something—a nagging something in the back of my mind—was telling me otherwise.
In a way, what they did was simple, though it appeared complex. Distract, then throw a ton of s**t at us to keep us distracted. Then move in. Sell drugs. Keep the profits going. But in another way, it wasn’t simple at all. It was actually very dumb because they were banking on no one figuring it out. And they were banking on all those different factors they’d used as a distraction to go away.
They weren’t going to go away.
Halfway to Roussou, a text came in.
Race: Alex is fine. He’s at the hospital.
I was right. They were told to arrest me. At least one person insi
