It was midday when Pete drove into the old abandoned warehouse by the outskirts of the city, an old flour mill with a wire fence and a two security posts left vacant. Even before he entered the premises, he could spot three men in total, two by the bushes at the entrance, on opposite sides and one behind the tank inside the premises. He also estimated that at least two flagged the Senator.

When Pete rolled to a stop, he carefully tucked his handgun in his pocket, a dagger in his boots and a string around his sleeve. He sent his location immediately to Nick and left his phone in the glove compartment before exiting the vehicle.

Meters away stood Senator Thomas Evans, flagged by two men as Pete had earlier predicted, each making a show of the bulges by their hips. Sen. Tommy was a round man, with a stomach twice his size, a clean shaven large face, receding black hair and below average, 

"What do you suggest then? Hightail?" Nick asked as he emerged from the backdoor where he had lit a cigarette.

"And let our stack keep wasting? For every week we let that stuff sir, we risk losing it to other thieves, risk it being discovered too and let's not talk about the value going down in the black market. It's been years already, we clean it now or I don't know when else we'll get this chance again" Pete replied angrily.

"Then we must continue the job then. Baby sitters for life" Nick said with a sarcastic smile and sat on the floor, cross legged in his usual fashion.

"The old man won't let me call the shots, he's a persistent prick, he's using us big time, not even a step to cleaning our stack, I bet you he could do that with just a signature and a call but no, he's making sure he has what he wants first. He's wasting my darn time" Pete stated still fuming.

"Have you spoken w

The bush had an eerie red ting to the colouring, it made the green look purplish and Valeria hated purple a lot. She was crouched under a shrub, the wetness of the leaves dripping on her sweaty face, mixed with tears and snot and making a messy slime that dripped and ruined her makeup. Clutched in her arms was a baby, a girl not older than one year, a cotton wool stuffed in her mouth as she wailed mutely.

Valeria was holding her breathe, afraid a single inhale or exhale would draw the beast in the forest right to her, despite the darkness and the miles she had ran, she could smell him, right there, close, too close. Valeria gasped as a stiff hand fell on her shoulder. She leaked more tears from her eyes, unwilling to look at the sight she knew would be gruesome.

"Please, please" she begged brokenly, but yet, as she turned, her eyes met a headless baby, the neck had a rose protruding fr

It was midday when Pete drove into the old abandoned warehouse by the outskirts of the city, an old flour mill with a wire fence and a two security posts left vacant. Even before he entered the premises, he could spot three men in total, two by the bushes at the entrance, on opposite sides and one behind the tank inside the premises. He also estimated that at least two flagged the Senator.

When Pete rolled to a stop, he carefully tucked his handgun in his pocket, a dagger in his boots and a string around his sleeve. He sent his location immediately to Nick and left his phone in the glove compartment before exiting the vehicle.

Meters away stood Senator Thomas Evans, flagged by two men as Pete had earlier predicted, each making a show of the bulges by their hips. Sen. Tommy was a round man, with a stomach twice his size, a clean shaven large face, receding black hair and below average, his head barely reaching the forearms of his security men. His face was like a flat round clay that 

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