A few days ago…“I need to make a phone call,” Charles gently spoke to the man who would send him meals on the clock, including his snacks in between meals of the whole day. “I will ask Blake first,” the guy answered politely. The man, Donde, did not know what really happened that day when Charles Anderson was shot. But he was told never to let anyone else know about the middle-aged man being injured and recuperating in the building that used to be their regular place to stay, almost like their home already, before things turned fucked-up. “They’re on a mission right now. You can’t, and you shouldn’t bother them, or it might make any of them lose a life if not ending up just like me, injured and useless around here,” Charles said. Donde was convinced the boss was just concerned about his men as to why he would not let Donde bother them when on the mission. He gave his phone, still with hesitation, but nevertheless, Donde handed Charles the phone, and the latter made a call. “My w
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