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62. The Rival.

~ Delmundo

Customers had begun to enter The Flamin' Joe. The owner was a man who went by the name of Joe Flamingo. He was white-haired, big-boned, and had a small scar on his upper lip, giving him a slight permanent sneer.

He was a veteran in the army who had done three tours and was honorably discharged by the military due to the injury he sustained on his last mission.

A Somalian child soldier had blown himself up and old Joe was near the explosion. He had been lucky enough to have survived. Now he worked for me as my arms dealer.

We were not friends but we were good allies and we did business together. I supplied him with weapons and he sold them to the highest bidder. He also dealt with getting me information.

"Do you have any idea why they attacked this territory?" I asked. The smell of cigarettes was already in the air.

"I believe that your friends were behind and they used this gang to keep their hands clean," Joe answered.

I knew he was referring to the