SEVENTEEN – ADVICE FROM THE ENEMY

MASON

I sit in Holt's chair, pondering over my next move when Darth returns with a cell phone.

"A call for you, boss."

I give him a brief look.

"Who is it?"

"Damon."

I get the still ringing phone from him quickly and answer the call.

"Damon?"

"About time you answer. What the fuck are you still doing in Vegas? You know the kinda people that prowl those terrains. It is getting more dangerous for you each time you stay there."

I shut my eyes for a brief moment, trying not to let my frustration show,

" I'm not leaving here without Mira."

Damon pauses for a while.

"Well, how's that going?"

" We're making progress." I say truthfully. I can already see Mira's walls crumbling. I want them to fall completely, then stomp on them before I whisk her off to New York.

"Gimme a time frame, Mason. How long are you going to be there? Don't make me send in a search party."

That's one thing about Damon. He can be such a worrywart. But we have been through too much together for him not to be.

"A day or tw