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miss this opportunity or get caught.”
    “Don’t worry, w e’re on it!”
    “Hold on,” said Gray thinking through the plan . “I’m going to send up more gang members, use them as cannon fodder. The more you leave behind, the more it’ll look like a gang thing and confuse the authorities. Whatever happens, keep us out of it. I have a back-up plan should you fail, so don’t get caught there!”
    “We won’t .”
    Gray entered the Surenos headquarters, his senses once again assaulted by the stench when he walked into the filth-infested dive. He brushed his tailored suit clean as he walked into the gang boss’ domain.
    “That bitch got my brother killed !” shouted one of the henchmen, charging at Gray. The man was huge, a hulk of a man, twice Gray’s weight. Gray didn’t flinch.
    As the Hulk was about to strike , Gray moved with a speed that few in the room could even see. His hand lashed out for an instant and he sidestepped the falling hulk, who was dead by the time he hit the floor.
    “Anyone else upset?” Gray asked calmly, straightening his tailored jacket.
    The boss looked over at the ice-cold killer.
    “What do you want? You’ve already cost me seven men.”
    “More than that, I’m afraid.”
    The gang boss was a smart man, that was why he was where he was. Men like Gray were men you appeased, not fought.
    “I want more money.”
    “Fine, name your price,” said Gray.
    The boss looked again at his henchman . His body hadn’t even twitched. He was stone cold dead by the time he’d hit the floor, and the boss had no idea how. He had already gotten $250k for his seven men.
    “$1 million.”
    “I’ll wire the funds,” replied Gray, handing the boss a note for where to send his men. “But I want forty for that.”
    The boss nodded at one of his men. Forty loyal gang members would be on their way as requested.
    Gray tipped his head as a thank -you and left. A number of gang members eyeballed him as he left the room; word of his killing had spread quickly throughout the rundown house. Gray held the gaze of each of those who dared to stare at him. Wisely, none moved.
    On his way out of the house, he didn’t look back. He listened intently for the slightest move, but again, none came. Back in his car, he lifted his tablet. He wanted to know why everything had gone to shit, because his plans didn’t go to shit.
    Gray clicked on the name below the Professor’s, Copernicus Armstrong Sagan Harris, the professor’s only son. Pages of information scrolled before him, all thanks to the work of Gray’s formidable intelligence sources.
    ‘ Copernicus Armstrong Sagan Harris, commonly known as Cash Harris ,’ read Gray. A headline below his name reminded Gray of the fact that the investigation was only a cursory one due to Cash being estranged from his father for the previous fifteen years. The reason for the estrangement was listed as unknown.
    A bright and very capable student, Cash had had a scholarship lined up at Harvard before inexplicably walking out on his life and enlisting in the US Marines. He was soon redirected to Officer Candidate School, where he sailed through the program with ease. As a fresh faced second lieutenant, he moved onto Quantico and completed Basic Training before being sent on tours to Iraq, Afghanistan and Syria. A recent update noted that he had left the Marines after reaching the rank of Captain and returned to the US to start a new security firm with another Marine, Captain Jake Miller (aka Rigs).
    Gray scrolled through Cash’s military records. He was an exemplary Marine with fifteen years’ service and numerous awards and recommendations. The more he read, the more he smelled a rat. It was too perfect. With a record like that, Cash would have been at least a Colonel. Instead, he had never risen beyond Captain, never gained his own command. Gray made a note; a more thorough check was required. With Cash having been out of the picture, it hadn’t made sense to dig