It was Sunday afternoon.
The day before, me, Brooks, and the other agents had a meeting regarding our plans, shifts, and all the things we’re supposed to be agreeing on. We’ve all decided to keep him moving. Staying in one place for only at most two weeks and then transferring to another.
The meeting, to put it in a subtler way, didn’t go well. I was skeptical about the idea of it all. If we aren’t familiar with the place and are not savvy with all the people going in and out, I don’t think we can actually protect him enough without the risk of putting his life in danger.
Gallagher and Rhodes were panicking about running into the mafia with just the five of us. Anderson was listing out the people who could possibly be working with them, and Brooks was, well, Brooks.
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