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Profusely.

“Mr. Dominik, I haven’t heard from him in two days either. That’s not like him. I’m beginning to think something went down in Boston.”

When he heard that, Alexsandr steepled his fingers in consideration.

“Are our operations up and running in New Orleans? Like Fang specified?”

He nodded.

“We have businesses in place, and once you land tomorrow, we can make sure to begin funneling in the goods.”

That worked for him.

Why?

It was only a set up.

He knew what the German woman had said. If he showed up in New Orleans, and he began pushing against the mob there, the people who killed his parents would make themselves known.

Then, he’d kill them, and the city would be his.

There were, after all, priorities.

“I need you to do me a favor, Shing.”

The man waited.

“I’m actually landing tonight. I feel like tomorrow is a little too late. As KGB, I trust my gut. Meet me at the warehouse tonight. Let’s say, eight ish?”

Shing nodded.

“Yes, sir. Should I keep trying to reach Fang?”

Honestly, he didn’t care.

Fang was a means to an end, and if someone took out the trash for him, well, then…

He owed them one.

“Have you accessed the warehouse?” he asked, knowing it should be plump with guns, money, and drugs.

“No, Sir. We don’t have access. The woman you were working with on this wouldn’t give us the codes to enter. You’re the only one who can open the doors.”

Good.

That’s what he wanted to hear.

The last thing he wanted was his plans thwarted by anyone trying to destroy his mission in the US.

Elizabeth Blackhawk was a lurker, and likely going to make his life hell at some point.

For now, revenge was on the menu, and he was going to make sure it rocked this pathetic little country.

He loved watching the capitalistic little Americans running around making their ‘dream’ come true when communism was knocking on their doorstep. The dumb ones would accept it immediately, but the rest would be forced into it.

Oh, this country would fall, and Mother Russia would win. Russia was never anyone’s ally—only it’s silent destructor.

“Okay, Shing. I’ll see you at the warehouse. Don’t be late. We have business to work on.”

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