“I have a business proposal for you. I know that you have been burned by your old employer, the Collective,” Jeremiah said.
Gregor froze, turned, and looked at Jeremiah, who made a motion for him to enter. Gregor got inside the car, and the bald man started driving.
“This better be worth my time,” Gregor snapped.
“Indeed, my boy!” Jeremiah replied.
“You have two minutes to convince me that I should stay in this car. Otherwise, drop me off at the bus station.”
“How would you like to strike back at the Collective—for not only burning you, but also turning you over to the FBI like some common criminal?”
“You have ninety seconds left, so talk fast!”
“How familiar are you with disrupting internet communications for an entire city?”
Gregor just stared at Jeremiah. “US or European?”
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