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JULIAN’S POV
“You finally back from your trip?” Ronnie’s voice crackled through the phone, a hint of playful accusation in his tone..
“Yes, Ron. I came back a while ago,” I replied, leaning back against the wall
“And you
didn’t let the boys know? Have you finally gone all CEO on us?” he teased.
I let out a small laugh, shaking my head even though he couldn’t see me. “You know that’s not for me,” I said with a smirk. “That life’s never been my style.” I paused for a moment, gathering my thoughts. “Anyway, like I mentioned earlier, I need a favor from you.”
“Even though you neglected me and the boys these past few months, we still got your back, man. What’s the favor?” Ronnie asked, his tone more serious now,
the playful edge fading.
“Are you guys still working?” I asked,
“Of course,” he replied without hesitation.
“Do you currently have a contract?” I pressed further, already knowing the answer but needing confirmation.
“Nah, things have been moving slowly lately. No active contracts at the moment,” Ronnie admitted. I could almost picture him shrugging on the other end of the line.
“Alright then,” I said, my voice firming with purpose. “I’d like to hire you guys. There’s someone I want you to bring in.”
“Is that so?” He chuckled. “I knew you always secretly wanted us to work under you. Finally admitting it, huh? But you know we don’t come cheap.”
“Yes, I know,” I replied, allowing a small grin to tug at my lips. “That’s not a problem. I’l pay whatever it takes. You and the team should come down to my place so I can explain everything properly.”
“Roger that, we’ll be there in a few minutes,” he said, and with that, the line went dead.
I lowered my phone and set it on the table beside me, my mind already racing with plans. These guys were the best at what they did. I had known them for years and trusted them more than anyone else in this ruthless game. If anyone could get this job done cleanly and efficiently, it was Ronnie and his team.
As expected, it didn’t take long before I heard the rumble of their engines pulling up outside my place. The unmistakable sound of their cars was enough to stir a sense of anticipation in me.
A knock echoed from the front door, sharp and sure. My maid, ever prompt, rushed toward it, but I intercepted her just in time.
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“I’ll get it,” I said firmly, giving her a nod to step back. She obeyed without question, retreating into the hallway.
I pulled the door open to find Ronnie and the rest of the crew standing there, all dressed in their usual rugged, no–nonsense gear. They looked the same as always- battle–hardened and ready for anything.
“Julian,” Ronnie greeted with a grin, stepping inside as if he owned the place. The others followed, their eyes briefly scanning the surroundings before settling on me.
“Good to see you in person. Did you add weight?” Ronnie joked as he stepped inside.
I couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. Ronnie always had a joke ready, no matter the situation. That was just who he was. But when it came down to business, he was easily the most serious and focused person I knew. His ability to switch between the two was part of what made him so good at what he did.
“Very funny, Ron. Please, come in,” I said, stepping aside and gesturing for them to
enter.
As they filed into the room, Jack, one of the mercenaries and an old acquaintance, chimed in, “When Ron told me you called, I couldn’t believe it.”
“Don’t you guys think the guns might be a bit too much?” I asked, raising an eyebrow at the weapons slung over their shoulders.
“Come on, Julian, you know we always come with our guns. It’s part of the gear,”
another mercenary replied casually as he settled into one of the chairs, clearly at ease.
Part of the gear? I thought to myself, suppressing an amused sigh. It’s not like I’m sending them into a battlefield. This job wasn’t meant to be a warzone operation – it was just about bringing in a few people for questioning. The targets weren’t exactly high–risk threats, nor were they likely to be carrying firearms.
“Okay, sure,” I said, deciding not to argue the point further. “So, Ron, like I told you on the phone, I want to hire you guys for a small job.” I paused for a moment, making sure I had their full attention. “There are some people I need you to bring in for me. They’re not assassins or murderers – they’re just individuals I’d like to investigate a little closer.” “Do they live in secure locations? Any private security we should know about?” one of them asked, his voice sharp and professional now.
“No,” I replied, shaking my head. “They’re what you’d call your average Joe. No. firearms, no private guards, no high walls or motion sensors. They’re regular people.” noticed them exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them. The realization seemed to dawn on them at once–maybe, just maybe, bringing the rifles had been a bit over the top for this kind of assignment.
“Follow me,” I said, turning on my heel and leading them down the hallway toward the basement.
Their footsteps echoed behind me as we descended the stairs. When we reached the
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bottom, I flicked on the lights, illuminating the space. The basement wasn’t just a storage room – it was my personal operations center. Clean, and organized, with files neatly stacked and monitors lining the far wall, displaying surveillance feeds and data.
They looked around, visibly impressed. Even these guys, who’d seen their fair share of high–level setups, seemed to appreciate the thoroughness of my preparation.
“This is Nick Dibeny,” I began, pulling up a file on the central table and sliding it toward them. A photo of a man in his mid–thirties stared back at us from the dossier. “He’s thirty–five years old. Works as a driver for a cooperate firm. On the surface, nothing unusual. But I have reasons to believe he’s connected to something bigger, something that’s been kept carefully under wraps.‘
Ronnie picked up the file, flipping through it with a practiced eye. “So why do you want. to bring him on?” he asked, his tone growing more serious.
“I need his confession over something very important,” I replied firmly. “I just need you to bring him in, no rough stuff. I want to have a conversation with him myself.”
Jack leaned in, studying the photo more closely. “No problem. If he’s just an average guy, this will be easy work.” He paused “I mean look at.this guy, does he even know
ow to run?” he said
sure he’s at least over 400 pounds.” Another said.
on walked closer before saying.” Now that we know our target, let’s talk about
payment.
I rolled my eyes, now he was getting serious?..
“Ok, then what’s your price for him,” I asked.
“30 thousand dollars,” Ron said.
“I’ll pay you upfront, for him and the remaining two people,” I said bringing out my phone to make the transfer.
I already had his account number so I just made the transfer directly to Ron.
“All alright received, boys let’s roll,” Ron said as he turned on his heel, but I hadn’t asked them to go yet.
“Not yet, am coming too, I said.
“Well, it’s not anything dangerous so sure,” Ron said.
Without wasting time I went up to my room to change out of my shorts and into something better.
As we were leaving they handed me some tactical gear to put on, and I was ready.
Let’s go get this guy.
