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Forty-three.

Devil POV.

Last call to all the passengers of fly 1996, the microphone said, I was late to get on the plane, I’m the last one to get on the plane, but since I’m late everyone is just waiting for me. I walked in like I own the place, I feel like I own the place although I don’t, but if you act like it, everyone would believe it.

I took my seat, and asked the flight attendant for champagne, I had to sit down and wait for now, I have big plans, I can’t go back to my home, my place is burned out, instead I decided to book myself a room in the hotel, that’s much better, I don’t plan on staying here for long, I’m just here to get what belongs to me back, it’s time for me to just sit out of the game, hitman job isn’t a forever job, I do plan on getting another more stable job in the end one way or another.

“Please buckle your seatbelts, we’re about to land” another voice calls, I take my earphones out of my ears and got my seatbelt done waiting for the landing, I was the last to leave the
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