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The one man went there.
“New Orleans.”
Oh, he really had a headache now.
“Are you fucking with me?” he asked. “New Orleans?” he asked.
He nodded.
Why was that bad?
Well, maybe becauseThe BlackStone Groupwas located there. They had an office in that city, and that’s where Von hadone of his main locations. Now, there was no way he was going to be able to sneak into the city under Von’s nose and handle this.
He was going to have to come out and tell him.
One of the other men were curious.
“Isn’t that where a few of the platoon who didn’t work forBlackStonelived?” he asked.
Honestly, he wasn’t sure, so he’d have to make sure. They might get lucky and be able to handle a bunch of messes at one time.
He pulled out his phone and checked the list of names he had.
Then, he shared.
“Yeah, that’s where they live. We’ll cover our bases since we’re going to have to go there. We have to consider he mightNOThave kept the key after he stole it. He might have taken it, and passed it off to someone else he trusted in the platoon. At least we can kill three birds with one stone.”
And they would.
Quite literally.
The man was to the point.
“We have to move fast. The second word gets out that someone killed the Duke and Dutchess of Gordon, the son might panic. He’ll come here, and we don’t have time to chase him back and forth over the ocean.”
He was absolutely right.
They needed to do this flawlessly for the rest of the job, or none of them were getting paid.
“If he panics, then we know he is well aware of what is going on. All we know is the money wasn’t accessed. That tells me this key is still in play. We’d better get it for Von, or all of us are going to be finding ourselves dead.”
And that was no exaggeration.
You didn’t fuck around withThe BlackStone Groupor Von Donore. He had his fingers in every single pot in Washington DC, and was a dangerous man.
He got want he wanted.
When he wanted it.
So they’d better deliver.
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