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“Colton, glad you could make it,” Brian Barclay said, opening the door to his office. It had been two weeks since the Marcos Quintero extraction.
Colton walked into the plush office of the Chief Officer—the office that he hoped would soon be his. It was situated on the top floor of CTC Headquarters, with a panoramic view of downtown Long Beach and the harbor. Brian put away the putter he’d held when he opened the door. A practice putting green lay in the center of the room, and a few golf balls sat to the side of it.
Brian welcomed Colton to take a seat on one of the large leather couches near the putting green and offered him a can of Diet Pepsi. Colton hadn’t been to Brian’s office that much over the years, but when he did, the large man always opened his little refrigerator i
