Chapter 185: Decoy

It’s my choice, not yours. Deal with it. – Havi

“What’s going on?” Toad asked sitting back down and pulling out his whiskey.

“The decoy for Nessie was shot at last night, morning for us.” Came the answer as Werewolf grabbed sodas out of the mini fridge.

“Is she okay?” the president asked as he poured whiskey into two travel mugs.

“They missed and she was Israeli special forces, I’ll let you guess what Havi had to say about them.” They tapped their mugs together in cheers and both took deep drinks.

“Havi? I think I met her a few years back.” Toad said topping off his drink.

“She was here for another job. Her and Dom did not get along. At all.”

“Yeah. I remember all that now. It was before Whip. Who was she with then?” Toad leaned back in his chair and propped his boots on the corner of the desk. “Tammy? Tommy? Hell, tits or dick?”

“Tits, I think. Tory?” he imitated his presidents pose from the couch. “Pretty sure it started with a T. Tiffany?”