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I picked up the gun and checked it before handing it to Demetrius to look over.
“I think these new modifications are exactly what the client is looking for,” he said.
“Good—those pallets over there should be the rounds requested.”
“We have a truck arriving in an hour,” Viktor said after a brief conversation with one of the workers nearby.
Now that business was settled, Demetrius gestured for the guns to be secured and walked with me towards the entrance of the loading bay.
“How long are you here for?” Demetrius asked.
“We fly back to London tomorrow afternoon.”
“Then I insist you come out with me tonight,” he said. “I want to show you the club and run some ideas by Nyx and Atlas.”
Later, back in our hotel room, I was getting ready to head out to meet everyone for dinner when my phone rang with an unknown number.
“North,” I answered.
“Hey buddy.”
“Knight,” I said, recognizing the voice. “You back in civilization?”
“Yup—phone was a casualty of the job, this is my new number so save it, yeah?”
“How did the job go?”
“Pretty smooth—got everyone out alive. Listen, I’m on my way to Paris and I need you to meet me there.”
“What’s in Paris.”
“Have you heard of Gabriel Griffin? Deathwing? I met him a few months ago. Fucking freak of nature, man. Our teams collided during an op and when I tell you I’ve never seen someone as psychotic as him, well, maybe you—but anyway, he called me just now and said he needed to get into contact with you. Urgently.”
“What for?”
“He wouldn’t tell me over the phone. He deals with anti-trafficking organizations. He’s making a name for himself as the angel of death—cheesy, but whatever. We don’t choose our reps, you know? He comes in and basically annihilates these rings. If he has something he wants to show you—I’d go. Immediately because it’s probably important.”
“Alright, I can leave tomorrow AM. Text me the meetup details.”
“I’ll come get you from the airport.”
“Even better.”
87
THERON
PARIS, FRANCE
The next day, Knight picked me, Nyx and Atlas up at the airport.
“Hey man,” Nyx said, greeting Knight warmly. “It’s been a minute!”
“Tell Cal to fuck off and come work with us,” Atlas grinned.
Knight laughed. “You know I work best as a free agent. But I’m here now—I’m sure you have some trouble for me to get into.”
“Always,” I chuckled and embraced him hard. “Good to see you, brother. Now, what’s all this about Deathwing?”
