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.Chapter Twenty-Four.
[24]. Power Broker.
[Part Three]
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❝ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀɴ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ
ɢᴏᴠᴇʀɴᴍᴇɴᴛ. ❞
┗━━━━━ ★ ━━━━━┛THE CAR RIDE WAS nothing but silence and awkwardness. From the windows, the four noticed they were being followed by Zemo's guards as they drove away. It was unbelievable how a man like him is loved by so many people. After a moment the five arrived at what seemed like a club. They walked inside— James and Wanda hand to hand.
"You okay?" James whispers to Wanda.
Wanda nods. "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Hello, gentlemen." The bartender says grabbing their attention. "And lady. Wasn't expecting you, Smiling Tiger."
"His plans changed. We have business to do with Selby." Zemo says.
James felt something was off, another presence was nearby, so he glances around the room but he doesn't seem anything out of the usual. The bartender reaches to grab a snake, he then cuts it open and the group watches with disgust—all but Zemo.
"Ah, Smiling Tiger, your favorite," Zemo says.
James's eyes followed the bartender's hands as he places the cut-up piece of the snake into a shot glass of liquor. Sam took it and held it up before downing it.
James slightly chuckles. "Mr. Smiling Tiger, how'd it taste? Was it- was it good?"
"Screw you. I should've made you down that drink with me." Sam says slightly gagging.
Their conversation was cut short when a man came up from behind the group and tapped James on the shoulder. Grabbing his attention. James turns to face the mysterious man with a confused look.
"Who the h—"
"I got word from on high. You ain't welcome here."
James's brows furrow. "Excuse me?"
Zemo sighs, knowing he'd have to jump into the conversation before James blew their cover. "We have no business with the Power Broker, but if he insists, he can either come and talk to me—"
"New haircut?" The man asks ignoring the words Zemo had just said.
"Or bring Selby for a chat." Zemo continues.
Those words caught the man's attention, he glances at James right before walking away.
"The Power Broker, really?" James laughs, as he watched the mysterious man walk away.
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[2] ɪ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ, ᴍᴀʀᴠᴇʟ.
Short Storyɪ'ʟʟ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ [2] Sequel to 'ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟᴀꜱᴛꜱ ꜰᴏʀᴇᴠᴇʀ' ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ' ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜱꜱ. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜᴘʟᴇ ᴍᴜꜱᴛ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴏʙꜱᴛᴀᴄʟᴇꜱ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ. ɪꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ'ꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴊᴀᴍᴇꜱ ꜱᴛʀᴏɴɢ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ? ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪᴅᴇ? [Book Two]