My boots were fucking annoying as fuck to wear. I hated cowboy boots. They were stiff, itched and rubbed my ankles raw. Still, that is what people in this fucking little town wore. After an entire week, I had my plan. Just as I was about to open the door to the little dive bar, my phone rang. Normally, I would just ignore it, but this was business. “Yeah?” I drawled in my fake cowboy accent. Taking a few steps away from the door, I tried to flex incase she was watching from inside. “Fight is over. Obviously, everyone is dead. Lion has been taken.” My little mouse of a friend knew how to stay under the radar and keep his eyes open. “Perfect. That will keep them busy for a while.” “Should I let Quail know so he can get Lion out?” Oh, Quail, my right-hand little fuck. After I make him look like a fool today, his days are already numbered. He did not know just how expendable he was. How expendable everyone is. “No. We are not extracting Lion.” There was a pause. “W-what?” “He will
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